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She lowered her head and slowly ambled into the crate as if he had sentenced her to five to ten years in prison. He shut the door and ignored her whining and sad face. He stalked out of the room and headed upstairs to his master suite. By his calculations, Jordan should just be getting in the shower.
Rhys let himself in the bedroom, the tinkle of the shower running in the connected bathroom. He snagged the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it on the chair in the corner along with his shorts and underwear.
Images of a naked Jordan waiting for him with warm water running along her toned body had him stalking toward the door. He slowed down once he made it to the door. He gently pushed it open, not wanting to startle her. There was no telling with his tough little SWAT officer. She might have a loaded weapon in the shower with her.
He grinned at the thought.
His woman would do something like that.
The steam that filled the room clouded his vision. His gaze landed on the figure behind the glass shield with a dark-pink cap on her head. His warrior was all woman. She may be a hard-nosed police officer, but when she was not in her uniform, she was a downright soft and supple woman. Rhys made his way to her, unable to remain apart from her. Jordan’s back was turned away from him as she allowed the water to run down her back. He greedily took in her brown skin, her curvy hips, and ample ass. His breath caught in his throat, and he took in Jordan’s perfection.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to come in here,” her husky voice broke through the sound of running water. She turned and glanced at him over her shoulder, a sexy smirk on her lips.
“I figured I’d let you get the water warmed up,” he replied. He stepped inside the shower and grimaced at the scalding water greeting his back.
Jordan smiled at his expression. He never understood how this woman could tolerate such temperatures. He reached behind him and adjusted the temperature to where it wouldn’t boil him alive.
“Can’t take the heat?” She arched an eyebrow while resting her hands on her waist.
Rhys’s gaze skated over her body, stopping at her breasts, zoning in on her dark-brown pebbled nipples, moving farther down to the apex of her thighs. The woman’s body certainly had his attention. He had spent many nights getting to know every inch of Jordan. He was proud to admit he knew where every mole was and every scar.
And he’d kissed every single one of them.
“Don’t you worry about that, little lady,” he murmured.
He closed the gap between them and brought her flush to him. Jordan didn’t resist him. She leaned into him, her smilespreading wide. His stiffened cock rested between them. A gasp escaped her lips. She glanced down at his hardened member. He tipped her chin upward to force her gaze to meet his.
“And my eyes are up here.”
“But your dick is right here.” Her small hand wrapped around his shaft.
Rhys grunted at the feeling of her hand sliding along him. Those small hands of hers traveled down the base of his shaft, giving him a firm squeeze. Rhys groaned, unable to resist it any longer. His cock swelled ever more as she teased him.
Jordan smirked at his reaction. “And from the look of your face, you don’t really want me to let you go.”
He barked a laugh and brushed her hand away. She protested for a slight moment, but it was cut short; he took her lips in a hard kiss. It had been entirely too long since he’d felt her warm, naked body against his, and he wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity. The food could wait until later. She’d obviously had a rough shift. If his woman wanted him in order to blow off steam, then he would happily oblige.
Jordan melted against Rhys. He walked forward until she was pressed to the wall. The water was no longer an issue. He ignored it, loving the feel of Jordan’s hands roving over his chest. Her fingers found their way to the base of his neck and dove into his hair. Rhys tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jordan’s tongue was never shy and boldly met his. That was one thing he loved about her.
She was never shy about going after what she wanted.
Rhys released a grunt at the feeling of Jordan’s breasts crushed between them. Her firm mounds were a distraction. He loved licking and suckling on them. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips across the side of her face and down to the crook of her neck. She smelled of coco butter and a slight hint of honey fromher shower gel. She always left a bottle at his house, and he had to admit he’d even used it a few times.
Their bodies grew slippery from the water. Jordan’s soft skin was addictive. Rhys nipped at her neck, eliciting a moan from her. She arched her back, bringing her breasts up. His hands were unable to resist the offer. He captured one of her mounds in his hand and gave it a squeeze.
“I missed you,” Jordan murmured.
He lifted his head and leaned his forehead on hers. This was the side of her he loved most. Not that many people got to see this side of her. She always presented as the hardened cop, but when they were alone and home, this was who he got to experience.
“I missed you, too.” He chuckled. He teased her nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers.
She gasped and leaned her head back on the tiled wall. Her brown eyes darkened as she held his gaze.
“Then show me how much.”
Rhys knew what Jordan wanted. The heat in her gaze alluded to the fact that she didn’t want soft, sensual lovemaking, but there was something else in the depths of those brown pools.
Something haunted his woman, and he needed to know what it was so he could go after whoever put it there.
