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Finally, I heard the distinct sound of a shower running.
My heart skipped a beat. Rafael was the only other person here. A mix of nervousness and anticipation washed over me. What should I do? Should I join him? Was I ready for something like that?
I stood outside of the bathroom door for several long moments of indecision before I just opened it and strode inside.
The immediate warmth enveloped me, the air thick with steam. The marble floors were slick with condensation, reflecting the soft light that filtered through the room.
In front of me, the large glass shower stall was clouded over, the contours of Rafael’s figure just visible through the fogged glass. Water cascaded down, its rhythmic sound blending with the hiss of steam.
All of that faded as his body turned toward mine. Through the clouded glass, I could see the outline of his tall, muscular frame. As I stepped closer, my eyes were drawn to the lines of his broad chest, his sculpted abs, and his strong arms.
Acting solely on instinct, I stepped closer and began to strip. First, I untied the sash around my waist and let the fabric of my wrap dress slowly undo itself. Then I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Rafael watched me in silence as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Then, I pushed my panties down my hips and let them drop to the tiles along with the rest of my clothing.
Completely naked, I opened the door to the shower and stepped inside.
Rafael’s eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable.
His body was magnificent, his skin bronzed and his muscles taut. I drew in a breath and let my eyes wander across his tight pectorals, the rigid planes of his abs, the deep indent of his ‘v’ and then my gaze dropped even lower to his cock.
His long, thick, fully erect cock.
Fuck.
My mouth dropped open and my cheeks burned as I stared at the size of him. He was huge, his shaft hard and proud, and my eyes widened as I imagined what it would feel like to have that massive length buried deep inside me. Sure, I’d been with a few men during the course of my life, but Rafael was undoubtedly the biggest.
I licked my lips.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Rafael stepped closer and tilted my chin up with his finger, forcing my gaze to his. The intensity of his stare was searing, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” he growled.
His words sent a rush of heat through my body. My nipples hardened, the tips sensitive, and my pussy clenched. I swallowed hard, struggling to form a coherent thought, but the only thing I could manage was a weak shake of my head.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip, hard and bruising and disarmingly arousing. My breath stuck in the back of my throat and then his lips were on me once again.
I moaned.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, and possessive. His tongue swept inside my mouth, his taste filling me. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him close, my wet body sliding against his. He pressed me back until my shoulders brushed against the tiled wall behind me. His large frame surrounded me and closed me in, but I wanted it.
I wanted more of it.
“You didn’t come,” I finally breathed, and I heard the sound of his soft groan.
“It would be better if Dante dealt with you,” he grunted, his voice strained. His pelvis leaned forward just far enough for the head of his cock to brush against my belly, and I pressed my teeth down into the soft cushion of my lip.
God.
I was wet.
I was aching and so damn needy and Rafael’s cock was so close.
All I wanted was to feel it deep inside me, splitting me open, filling me up, making me his.
But he was torn. I could see it written all over his face. His hands gripped my shoulders, his thumbs stroking along my collarbone, his dark eyes drinking me in. It felt like I was a tall glass of water, and he hadn’t had a sip in days. I licked my sore lip, and his gaze watched its slow journey. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and my fingers scraped against his shoulders.
It was maddening, this burning desire.
