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“We would have,” she agrees, laughing.

“I’ll carry you upstairs, so we only have one set of mud tracks to clean up,” I say as I kick out of my boots.

She does the same. “Good idea.”

When we get upstairs into the bathroom, we both strip out of our soaking wet clothes without thought.

She hugs herself as I step in. “I’m freezing.”

I hold my hand out to her. “Here, get in. The water will warm you up.”

I wrap my arms around her and help her under the spray.

She shivers against me.

We’re both quiet for a moment and then, at the same time, we realize we are in the shower together.

This was on her no list, so I immediately release her and begin apologizing.

She reaches up and places her finger over my mouth. “Stop. It happened naturally. Isn’t that what we’re going for?”

“So …”

“I want you to stay.”

I wrap my arms around her again, and she relaxes against me. “There’s nothing better than a warm shower, is there?”

“A warm shower with you makes it a tad bit better.”

She smiles at me and then stands on her toes to kiss me.

I breathe slowly, doing my best to control my body.

Sometimes it reacts, but I’m not a fucking pussy, I can control my dick.

Something about the way she looks at me when she pulls away, though, makes it fucking tough.

She turns around and grabs her loofah. “Would you mind washing my back?” she asks innocently enough.

“Yeah, sure.” I take it from her and add her soap. The kind that smells way too fucking good.

I run it over her back as she holds her hair out of the way for me. I stop at her tailbone and then slowly make my way back up.

“Okay, now this side,” she says, spinning around before I can register what is happening.

Fuck. Okay. I can do this. I can soap her up and keep myself in check. Sure.

I keep my eyes on her face which might have been a bigger mistake than just looking at her breasts.

Her lips part, and her head tips back slightly when I brush the soft netting over her nipples.

I’m not trying, but I feel them harden beneath my touch.

My hand roams lower, scrubbing over her stomach.

Her eyes fall half-lidded, and fuck, my dick is really wanting to stand at attention, but I order it to fucking stand down.

I begin to roam up again, but her hand reaches out and wraps around my wrist.