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in, keeping out of the stream of water. “You want them off. You take them off. That’s the way it goes.”
    Steam swirled around them, but he could still make out the look of astonishment on her face.
    “Okay…”
    But she didn’t move. Instead, she stood still, the only movement was a small nervous dart of her eyes across his chest.
    “Go on,” he said. “Next time I’ll undress you.”
    She looped her fingers in his waistband and tugged his boxers down, lowering as she went. When she rose, she handed them to him. He took them from her noting her stricken expression.
    “Holy shit,” she whispered. “The pictures girls showed me in my sorority didn’t look like that.”
    “No?”
    She shook her head.
    He smiled and dipped down to whisper in her ear. “Want a picture of me?”
    “Nasty thing, you,” she giggled and smacked his shoulder.
    “You have no idea.”
    He cradled her face, kissed her lips, softly, gently. She looped her arms around him. Backing her into the stream of water, he deepened the kiss, stroking the seam of her lips with his tongue. She parted her lips and he growled his approval. Everything about her suggested her sweet submissiveness.
    Water cascaded over them, drenching them, and he let his hand slide down her wet skin to cup her breast. Savannah was perfect, her breast filling his hand and making his cock twitch. She giggled.
    “I felt that,” she whispered.
    His cock was pressed against her stomach. She felt incredible in his arms but he wanted more and he didn’t want to wait. He lowered to suck her nipple. She gasped, threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breathing grew shallow. She moaned softly.
    He licked her taut nipple and cupped her ass, squeezing it. Lowering to his knees, he brushed his mouth over her stomach and lower.
    “I’m going to kiss you everywhere, baby.”
    With a small nudge, he coaxed her back to the wall and then lifted her leg over his shoulder.
    “I don’t know about this, Jack.”
    He growled softly and licked the seam of her pussy, tracing a slow wicked line with the tip of his tongue. She was swollen, slick with desire and when he brushed across her clit she dug her fingers into his shoulder. Heaven. Her taste, her scent, her response, all of it was fucking addictive. He’d definitely be giving her more of this.
    “Please,” she breathed. “I can’t…”
    Her words faded and she began making soft sounds, small mewling cries each time he licked her. She trembled and he looped his arm around her hips to hold her. No other man had ever kissed her sweet pussy. He was her first. Her last. And that filled him with primitive satisfaction.
    Soon her cries grew louder and desperate. He pressed his finger into her and groaned. So fucking tight. He could feel her innocence. He was going to claim that too. Gently he stroked her and sucked her clit between his lips. She arched and wailed as she came. He lapped her sweet nectar, feasting as she shuddered. His sweet little untouched bride.
    Getting to his feet, he pulled her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest. He brought her back to the water and let it wash over them again while he caressed her back and held her as she recovered from her climax.
    He turned off the water, took her hand and led her out. She followed, silent and obedient. He dried her, wrapped her in a towel and dried himself, doing a quick job of it.
    “Let me carry you, baby girl,” he whispered.
    She nodded and he took her to the bed, settled her into the sumptuous bedding.
    “If I were the sort of man who wanted to offer a sympathy marriage, don’t you think I’d make you sign a prenup?”
    She nodded. “Yes. I suppose so.”
    “I want you, Savannah. I have for a long, long time. I want to make love to you and I don’t want anything between us.”
    “No condom.”
    Her voice was quiet but the words were more of a statement than a question and he waited for more of a response.
    “I haven’t been with anyone,