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“Okay. Race you,” she said, flinging the covers away and dashing for the bathroom.

“Unfair, wench!” he called, caught in the welter of blankets she’d tossed aside.

They played in the shower like slippery children, making love again as the warm rain of water flowed over them both.

She found them towels, offered him a toothbrush, shared her hairbrush. It was a surreal bubble of delight. No one had been there in the morning with her, like this. She’d never lived with a man, never shared a sink or a razor. She’d always been the one to slip away in the morning. Even when she’d dated her long-term boyfriend in college, she’d never let him stay at her apartment, she realized as she dried her heavy hair. Always cautious, she’d kept people slightly at arm’s length since her parent’s death.

“You have beautiful hair, Ana,” Gates said, standing behind her wearing only his trousers. They were only slightly wrinkled from their night draped over the foot of the bed. Hers were crumpled on the floor in the hallway, she realized, blushing. “Ah, now, that’s nothing to blush over, it is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I was—” She hesitated, then realized it was ridiculous to be embarrassed at this point. “I was thinking that my suit was going to have to go to the cleaners. I didn’t give two hoots about it last night, so I’m not sure where my jacket ended up.”

“It’s on the coffee table with your shirt.”

“Ah, okay.” She couldn’t help the continued color in her cheeks. “Your shirt?”

“I won’t be buttoning the top two buttons this morning.” He grinned at their joined reflection in the mirror as he slid his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. Seeing them together that way, reflected in her small bathroom, she felt a change, a shift in her heart that nothing could stop. What had he done to her? “What?” he questioned. “Ana, what is it?”

Not ready to define her feelings, she smiled. “Nothing, I just like the look of you, of us together.”

He grinned at her and bent down to nibble on her ear, still watching her in the mirror. “I like the way your eyes go dark and heavy when I do this,” he whispered, easing a hand under the crisscross of her robe. “Or this.” He tugged her nipple gently until it peaked into a nub under his searching fingers.

“Hmmmm.” She couldn’t help the sigh of enjoyment as she leaned into the caress. “That feels…divine.”

She dropped the hair dryer on the counter with a clatter, bracing her hands on the granite as he bent to run a hand up her thigh, under the robe to caress her hip, sliding both hands under the cloth as he pressed into the curve of her backside. She could feel the power of him, the throb of his erection on her flesh, separated only by the cloth but obviously ready to spring forth.

“Gates,” she stuttered as he found her wet heat, stroked the inner folds of her body, heating her up and making the slick wetness of desire leap forth to lubricate the way for him.

“I can’t get enough of you, Ana,” he rasped, lifting her hair to one side as he kissed the sensitive flesh on the back of her neck. “I want you again, like this, where I can see us both, see us in the mirror as I slide into you.”

He let go of her long enough to undo his trousers, let them drop, before he pulled her back to him.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh.” She couldn’t stop the delicious near-whimper of pleasure as he slid into her.

They’d just found a rhythm when their phones rang.

Chapter Twelve

“No,” he said firmly, feeling her falter in the pace they were building. “This is for us. Anyone else can wait.”

“Gaaattteeesssss!” She drew out his name, half in protest at his decision, half from powerful enjoyment of what he was doing to and with her body. Seeing them move together, feeling it and watching it as he touched her, caressed her breasts, rocked into her from behind was as arousing and erotic as the way he made her feel.

Her orgasm built to a crescendo, and she urged him to come with her, both with the rotation of her hips and her voice. “You see me, Gates, feel me coming for you? Do you feel it? You make me feel so good,” she rasped, never stopping her pace, never looking away. “You fill me up and make me soooo hot, so ahhhhhhh!”