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SARAH

His touch was cautious, gentle, as though I was a precious, delicate, and very expensive piece of art. His hands glided over my wet skin. I shivered but not from the cold. The feeling of his lips on mine sent electricity down my spine, awakening every nerve in my body. Each moment was heightened, intensified by the warm water that surrounded us.

The soft glow of the bathroom lights reflected off his wet skin, highlighting every ripple of his toned muscles. I traced the outline of his well-defined abs with my fingers, feeling a surge of desire coursing through my veins. His lips trailed down my neck and goosebumps erupted over my skin.

I couldn’t believe I was actually in a tub with Dean Ryker. The man I had been idolizing for years. And now he was with me.

“I’m so glad we came here,” I said between kisses. “I’m glad we get to be alone to do whatever we want.”

“Me too,” he murmured against my lips. “Right now, there’s only one thing I want.”

“What’s that?”

“You, Sarah.”

My heart pounded in my chest as his eyes bored into mine. His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers coursing through my body as they slipped under the water. The water was warm, but his touch was warmer. He pulled me closer, his breath hot against my neck. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself completely to him, to the moment.

“You’re beautiful, Sarah,” he whispered, breaking the silence of the room. The huskiness of his voice sent waves of heat through my body.

“Really?” I asked, leaning into his touch. I could barely breathe as he moved a strand of damp hair from my forehead.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?” His eyes never left my face. The sincerity in his gaze was unnerving. Yet it also gave me a sense of security I had never felt before. I had been revered for my piloting skills, for being a tough bitch and, of course, being the smartest person in the class.

But no one ever told me I was beautiful. At least not like they meant it. Never with this intensity and sincerity.

“I’m so glad to be here with you,” I murmured.

I leaned my face against his palm. “This is perfect. More than I could have hoped for.”

He smiled. “No, Sarah, you’re more than I could have ever hoped for.”

My heart swelled in my chest, threatening to burst. I had worked hard to keep myself from getting distracted with a man. But Dean was different. He was a distraction I didn’t want to fight.

He kissed me again, his hands sliding to my breasts and massaging. I groaned when his fingers tweaked my nipples.

His touch was firm yet gentle, just the right amount of pressure to send me into a frenzy. My breath hitched as he explored my body, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Dean,” I whispered breathlessly, tangling my fingers in his wet hair. He grazed his teeth along my jawline, tracing my throat with his tongue before nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

His hands moved down beneath the water. His thumb brushed against my navel and then drifted lower. I gasped, arching against him as his fingers found their destination.

“I need room,” he murmured against my lips.

“What?” I gasped.

“Out. Get out of the tub.”

In one fluid motion he got to his feet, pulling me up with him. Water sloshed out around us. We stepped out of the tub, holding on to each other for balance. He grabbed a couple towels and we dried each other off. My lips brushed against his from time to time while we did it.

I yanked the towel away from him, giggling as I did. Then I grabbed him and jerked him against me. “Have I mentioned how much I like looking at you?”

He grinned. “No, you haven’t.”

“Well, I do. I really, really do.”

I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. “I want to show you just how much I like your body. All these muscles. The perfect tan. The perfect height.” I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand. “The perfect package.”