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quickly. It wouldn’t do to be off guard longer than needed.
    Her fingers skimmed over a ledge next to the tub. Several large fluffy towels were stacked to one side. Lotions and soaps lined the other. She unscrewed the nearest bottle and sniffed. The shampoo smelled nice, not too perfumey, but she didn’t recognize the label. Flipping on the water, she tested the temperature, adjusting to as hot as she could take it. She stepped in, closed her eyes and relaxed beneath the spray for a moment. Just one. It felt so good.
    Water soothed her nerves and she pushed the stress away. Alone, she let her mind wander, rolled her shoulders and let herself be, for just a moment. No mother to tell her to straighten her posture. No boyfriend who looked at her with disregard and never with affection or even lust.
    No one had looked at her as Griffin Cinder did, as if he could imagine her naked, spread before him and eagerly accepting his body. He was the enemy, but she had to admit, he had a rugged, incredibly hot appeal. Women must fall all over themselves to get his attention. Not that she should want it. She shouldn’t crave that ominous stare roving over her, devouring her, and filling her with promised passion.
    But he had unmistakably desired her. Here, with no one to judge her, she could admit that for the first time, a man had turned her on, and he’d only looked at her. What if he could see her now? She slowly tracked her fingers on the outside of her leg where she’d clutched herself and leisurely stroked up her side.
    If Griffin were here, he’d cup her breasts, knead them and pinch her nipples. He’d talk to her saying incredible things that would make her hot.
    He’d call her s ugar . As if she’d heard him do it before, she let the words she imagined he’d say while he fucked her, hard. That he liked a woman to get on her knees and take it from behind. That he liked it leisurely and mind-blowing, for hours upon hours. That he liked to talk dirty.
    “That’s right, sugar. Show me how you like it. Show me where to touch you.”
    Her breathing went rapid. She felt it more than heard it over the sound of the shower. Drawn irresistibly, her mind entered the daydream. Hands glided near the place that would give pleasure, but she pulled away, tickling over her stomach and the indents between her ribs.
    “Don’t be shy. Do it. Make yourself hot. Make yourself come.” His voice sounded in ear as if he were here. “I want to fuck you. I want to pump my cock into that pussy. I know you’re wet. Do you taste as sweet as you look?”
    Words she’d never dreamed before she now thought with ease. The slickness between her legs was hot, even in the shower. Her chest burned. Until now, she’d never pictured someone specific doing things to her. But as the steam fogged around her in the shower, she imagined that alluring, lust-filled glower.
    “Griffin,” she whispered. His hands would be rougher than hers. If he gripped her as she did now, he’d press harder, with strength and knowledge. He’d know what she wanted. What he wanted— “I want to tongue your breasts. Bite them.”
    She caught the tips of her breasts and pinched firmly. The pressure was acute and a gasp escaped from her.
    The sharp pleasure sizzled, painful even. The tenderness spread. Water pounded on her chest, dancing across her sensitized flesh. She moaned and closed her eyes. The shower’s fog—reminiscent of clouds from a storm mage—stayed with her.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered.
    Just the imagining of him was so seductive that touching her breasts had never been so sweet. The building heat between her legs became unbearable.
    The spray washed over her, and she slid to the bottom of the tub while tracking a light touch over her skin amid the drops of water.
    Her stroke found wet and swollen folds. Too eager to wait, she parted herself and stroked lightly over her slippery, tender flesh. A man like Griffin, would he get right to business, or