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draped her towel over the rail and stripped off. Her dirty clothes hit the deck, kicked into the corner as she snapped on the shower. Reaching up she twisted her hair on top of her head and clipped it into place as she stepped into the shower. Since she showered earlier the needle pressure of the water lacked the same 'ooooh' relief factor. She just needed a quick wash to get rid of the funky baby-sick odour.
    Her hands lathered up the shower gel, the haunting fragrance of Rose and Vetiver surrounding her as she smoothed the lather over her skin. She drew in a deep breath, the scent of the oils and the needle spray of the shower prickled over her sensitised skin having its effect.
    Her hands slowed down, sliding over her skin to cup her breasts, feeling their feminine weight. She slicked her thumbs over her nipples, already pebbled under the sensual onslaught. One hand slid down her ribcage, headed south over her smooth stomach.
    She shouldn't, not with company in the apartment, but she'd been sexually frustrated before tall, dark, and fangy out there had treated her to such an erotic and explosive kiss. Not that it could go anywhere. She was half Pixie yes, but she was still mortal whereas Feral was a vampire, immortal Lord of the Night, and all that. Any relationship between them was a non starter. Even if he was ok with her wanting the left side of the bed and light off during sex she was going to age and he wasn't.
    Oh god, there she was... thinking about sex again.
    Aided by the soap over her skin her fingers sank between her thighs, parting the folds of her sex in search of the sensitive nub of her clit. She drew a ragged breath in over her teeth as her fingers found their goal, a thrill of arousal shot through her as her sex starved body responded like a flower opening in the sunlight. How long had it been since she'd had sex?
    Nearly a year?
    She bit her lip to contain her moans, eyes closed as her finger slid against her clit, working her body towards the shattering climax which hovered just out of reach...

    The sound of running water warned Feral a moment before he pushed the bathroom door open and embarrassed both of them. Well, embarrass Tessa anyway; he was fairly sure a woman like her wouldn't be too impressed at being caught in the shower by a guy she only just met. Himself, he would just enjoy the view until he got things thrown at him.
    He paused, his hand on the smooth wood of the door. He should walk away and wait until she was finished. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. But after their earlier kiss Feral wasn't feeling particularly gentlemanly, his body hard and heavy with unfulfilled desire. Then the sirens call of female musk, the scent of a woman's arousal... Tessa's arousal... hit his nostrils and drew him on.
    Feeling guilty but unable to stop himself Feral reached out and pushed the door, already ajar, open a little further. What he saw had his eyes widening.
    Holy shit! She was going for it right there in the shower!

Chapter Three
    Feral stood frozen in place, unable to move from his position at the door. His eyes were locked on the scene in the shower, on the vision that stood there. The beautiful gold flecked hair he noticed earlier was piled up, exposing the gentle arch of her neck. But it wasn't her neck, graceful or not, which was holding him spellbound.
    It was her hands and her body. Ok, he admitted, her knock-out body got first dibs on his attention.
    She was a real woman, not a stick insect. A woman with the sort of curves he wanted to run his hands over and he wouldn't have to worry about breaking if he so much as breathed without warning. She had curves to make a man's mouth water, an hourglass figure with a tiny waist he just ached to slide his hands around.
    But then her killer body had to take second place, his attention turned to her hands.
    One cupped her full breast, tweaking and pulling on the engorged nipple. A soft moan slipped from her throat whilst the other... Oh god, the