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against him.
    His sharp inha le was all the answer she needed.
    She wiggled again, more suggestively, letting the underside of his cock ride the line of her ass.
    “ Watch it, sweetheart, or we won ’ t make it to the shower. ”
    Goosebumps danced across her skin , and it had nothing to do with the cold.
    She was a little disappointed when they reached the bathroom and he had to leave her to run the water. Setting up the candles along the sink and the back of the toilet, she lit each one before turning off the flashlight. The lighting evoked a tra nquil atmosphere. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The steam from the shower, the scents of pine, mistletoe and bayberry, plus the subtle smell of natural gas burn-off from the wall heater , all mixed together to make a cozy little retreat for two.
    When she opened her eyes, Brody was standing in front of her, smiling. “ Your shower awaits, madam. ”
    “ You mean our shower, don ’ t you? ” She moved the curtain aside and stepp ed inside. The water temperature was perfect, like a waterfall of glorious warmth.
    Br ody followed her in, holding her waist as he stepped on the non-slip mat behind her and closed the curtain. “ You think there ’ s room for two in this thing? ” He leaned forward, letting his dark head dip beneath the spray , then pulled her back against him so they were both getting wet.
    A sigh drifted past her lips , and she let her eyelids flutter shut . Like a spring rain, the water cascaded over them in a warm ca ress . The scent of coconut mingled with all the other aromas in the room , and Sophie opened her eye s to see Brody squeezing shampoo into his hand beside her. Within seconds, he was working it into her thick curls . His fingers tenderly massaged her scalp before rins ing the lather out .
    Unexpectedly, h er eyes filled with tears. “ I ’ ve never had anyone wash my hair, ” she told him, surprised that such a simple thing could touch her so deeply. “ Thank you. ”
    Without a word, he moved her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck. His other hand slid slowly down her waist until he cupped her pussy in his pal m. She moaned as his mouth trailed kisses along her shoulder, nipping lightly against her collarbone before he worked his way around to the side of her throat and up to her ear. Gently, he nipped at her lobe and flicked his tongue provocatively along the i nside of her ear . Sophie shivered, her knees growing weak. Brody drew her tighter against him and slipped his middle finger inside her wet pussy.
    If he hadn ’ t had a firm grip o n her, she ’ d have melted right down the drain .
    She an gled her head to kiss him . Their mouths met in a hot, desperate joining of lips and tongues while his finger rubbed her clit.
    S ophi e pulled back, her breath coming in heavy gulps. H e ’ d barely beg u n touching her , and yet she was more turned on than she ’ d ever been with a man.
    Still h olding her, his finger teasing her clit, he bent her over slightly. “ Grab the wall in front of you, sweetheart. ”
    All her senses sprang to life , immediately excited by the prospect of fucking Brody in the shower like this.
    With his free hand, he picked up t he bar of soap and slid it across her shoulders and across her breasts. Foamy bubbles trickled down her belly and pooled in his hand still lavishing attention on her cunt. He massaged slowly, lathering the trail of soft auburn hair that grew there.
    With ev ery stroke of his finger, Sophie felt her body tingle and sway. God, he knew just how to tou ch her. But she wanted more. She reached around and grabbed him, her fingers encircling his cock. “ I want you, Brody. Please. ”
    He put the soap back in the tray and withdrew his finger from her. She groaned and he steadied her. “ Give me a second, ” he said, drawing aside the shower curtain and leaning out. Within seconds, he was back, ripping open a tiny foil packet. Sophie recognized what he was doing and