He moved closer, and she could only whimper as he sank into her for a warm, deep kiss that had her fearing electrocution there under the falling water. His tongue swirled with hers and her knees went rubbery. He backed her against the shower wall and she was astounded when she felt him growing hard against her abdomen. The man had stamina.

“I love how you tremble for me,” he whispered. “I love how you’re shy until you need me and then you aren’t ashamed to tell me what you want.”

I love everything about you. The thought dropped into her mind like a stone in a still pond and caused just as much disturbance. She certainly loved everything they’d done tonight. In the mornings, just the sight of him in his pajama pants checking his e-mail with his hair all mussed made her weak in the knees. She loved that he was left-handed. He chewed his thumbnail when he was engrossed in reading or watching something on TV, and she loved that, too.

He slid his hands upward to cup her br**sts, his eyes flickering down toward them. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. And I imagined a lot.”

“Y-you did?”

“Oh, yeah. It might make me a dog, mentally undressing my friend’s wife, but I couldn’t help myself.” He sighed, and the sound made moisture that had nothing to do with the shower pool between her legs. She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips over her ni**les, peaked already from the caress of the water. “Pink,” he murmured. “I always wondered, but I should have known. Soft and delicate, like the rest of you.”

One of his hands trailed down to caress her clit, swollen and peeking from between her folds. She moaned, leaning her head back against the wall. Involuntarily, she lifted her foot to brace it against the side of the tub, giving him better access. Her muscles tightened as one fingertip dragged across her aching nub, back and forth, so slowly, then circled it, only to repeat the pattern. She gripped his firm, straining biceps for support when her knees started to grow weak.

“But this,” he whispered against her ear, his voice almost blending with the whoosh of the falling water. “I had no idea you would be bare down here. God, I love it, it drives me crazy. I didn’t have a chance to finish what I started. I’m going to lick you and suck you until you fly apart. You’re going to open your eyes in the morning only to find yourself coming in my mouth.”

Before she could dissolve into a pool of desire at his feet, she had time for one final thought: she was going to treat Lisa to a full day at the spa for saying three little words: Shave it, girl.

Panting, sliding down the wall, going boneless, she still gripped him. Never had she thought she could actually collapse from sensory overload. Evan caught her up in his arms, cradling her as he stepped out of the shower with her, leaving it running. “You’re exhausted, sweetie.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Be still, I’ll take care of you.”

Kelsey was only vaguely conscious of the fact that he sat her on the bed and left her to get a towel. Well, she couldn’t be bothered with all that. She curled onto her side and pulled the comforter over her, flirting with the peacefulness of sleep. Until she was rudely pulled upward again to the sound of Evan’s laughter, and he was stripping away her warm cover, baring her damp flesh to the air-conditioned chill, ignoring whatever incoherent protests she managed to give. A towel swept around her and another began rubbing vigorously over her hair, before he piled her damp locks on top of her head and wrapped them up. Once she was dried to his satisfaction, he picked her up easily and settled her into her spot on the bed, pulling the covers over her.

“Dream of me, sweetheart,” was the last thing she heard him say before dark waves washed over her mind, finally submerging her completely.

Kelsey groaned, sleep still fogging her mind. She was aching. Between her legs. Everything felt thick and heavy and swollen and the taste of desire was flooding her mouth. Consciousness flowed in and out. Evan… She’d been dreaming about him. She still was. The pleasure he’d given her. Flashbacks had been tormenting her all night. Even now, she was thinking of her legs being spread apart, of him lowering his face to the secret place there. She was self-conscious about it—always had been—because God, it was so intimate.

Feverishly, she tossed her head. Her br**sts were flooded with sensation, her ni**les stiffening against…nothing but air. She was naked, not covered. Her legs were sprawled wide, and she’d never felt so open, so revealed, but damn, it was hot. Something firm and wet was flickering over the tender, throbbing nub between her thighs. She moaned, rocking her hips just a bit toward the pleasure of it, sliding one hand over a breast to tease her nipple while the other hand wandered down toward the epicenter of this sensation. So close, so close… Lips closed around her clit, and a delicious suction gripped it, so precise that starbursts exploded behind her closed eyes.

It was enough to bring Kelsey wide awake then, just in time to feel Evan slip his shoulders beneath her thighs and hold her folds open with his thumbs so he could draw her entire aching nub into the wet heat of his mouth. Sunlight flooded the room, revealing every bare inch of her to him.

There was no time for embarrassment as he suckled her again. She erupted. He thrust two fingers deep inside her pu**y to feel her contractions as she pulled tight all over and grasped his silky hair with both hands, needing an anchor against the sensations buffeting her as she screamed his name again and again.

“Mmm,” he murmured when she collapsed back on the bed, sated beyond all belief. But only until he crawled up the length of her body. “Good morning, angel.” He moved to nudge the head of his c**k teasingly against her entrance. “And he says good morning, too.”

“Ohh, Evan,” she moaned, shifting to take him in just slightly. Her body seemed to reach for him without her conscious thought. But she winced when he pushed, her sensitive, enflamed tissues reminding her that she’d had lots of hard sex last night after months of having none at all.

“Okay, honey?”

“I’m a little sore. He said ‘Good morning’ and she said ‘Are you serious?’”

His laugh was sudden and infectious. She loved the sound of it so much. “You crack me up. Should I—he stop?”

“No way. She says just tell him to go slow this time, be good,” she whispered.

“He is hers to command.” He captured her lips with his. She could taste herself, tangy and mysterious.

Evan wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, whispering soothing words as he entered her so slowly her parting inner muscles scarcely protested him. Her extreme wetness from her orgasm eased his way.

“Baby,” he groaned when his hips locked against hers. “All right? Don’t let me hurt you.”

She nodded, more concerned about the tightness in her throat and whether it was another dam about to burst. She opened her eyes to look up at him, determined to match him, to not turn into a simpering idiot again. “I love how we feel together,” she whispered. “I don’t think I could take any more, but I wouldn’t want any less. It’s so perfect.”

He moved his hips almost imperceptibly, giving her time for her swollen passage to become reacquainted with his girth. “Christ,” he gasped. “I feel like if I move, I’ll explode.”