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“You fucking kill me,” he growled against her lips, then crushed his mouth to hers, backing her up against the cold tiles. His fingers worked their magic, taking her up onto her toes as she stroked his hard length. “Do you know how badly I wanted to get my hands on you today?”

“You should’ve done it.”

His eyes drilled into her. “You would’ve been cool with me pulling off the road to bend you over my bike and fuck you into next week?”

Her body flamed, and “Uh-huh” fell desperately from her lips, surprising her. But she knew she would not only have let him do it, but she would have loved it. “As long as no one could see us.”

“Fuck.” He took her in another brutal kiss, expertly teasing her nipples until they throbbed. Then he blazed a path down her body with his strong hands and talented mouth and pushed her legs apart, growling, “Eyes on me. I want to see the pleasure in them when you scream my name.”

She gladly obliged, watching as he used the tip of his tongue to taunt her most sensitive nerves and slid two fingers inside her, fucking her with them as his mouth wreaked havoc with her senses. He stopped finger fucking her, zeroing in on that magical spot inside her that sent pins and needles racing through her core. He took her clit between his teeth, and the breath rushed from her lungs. She went up on her toes, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as he did something that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Zan—” flew from her lips, her body quaking and bucking.

He stayed with her, drawing out her pleasure, and as she came down from the high, he sent her reeling again. She grasped at his head, his hair, his shoulders, anything to combat her weakening legs as she surrendered to another earth-shattering orgasm.

He kissed his way up her body, every touch of his lips igniting sparks against her skin. He was so damn sexy with the water raining down on him, she put her hands on his chest and said, “My turn.”

She pushed him back against the wall, and he laughed in surprise. But that laughter quickly turned to gritted-out curses and rough praise as she explored his magnificent body, kissing and touching him, from his powerful shoulders, hard pecs, and rippled abs to his thick thighs and, finally—God, finally—she wrapped her hand around his thick, hard cock, earning the darkest look she’d ever seen. She was no expert at this, having done it only a few times, but the way he was looking at her made her feel empowered, like she could do no wrong, and she clung to that confidence like a lifeline.

The shower rained down on her as she licked him from base to tip, earning a guttural moan. She stroked him as she swirled her tongue around the broad head, then slicked her tongue again down the length and teased his balls. “Fuck, Angel.”

He fisted his hands in her hair, sending shocks of pain and pleasure down her body. As she took him in her mouth, his hands tightened in her hair, his eyes boring into her as his cock hit the back of her throat. He growled. Wanting to hear more of that, she stroked and sucked, loving the way he watched her, the way he gave her total control of their pace, but held tight enough to send scintillating sensations scorching through her. When she worked him faster and tighter, he made more of those gruff growls, spurring her on.

“Fuck, Angel. I’m gonna blow.”

It was a warning she had no interest in heeding. She took him deeper, stroking faster. His entire body flexed, and his hips thrust so hard, she had to grab his leg to keep her balance as “Shauna—” tore from his lungs like a bullet, and salty jets spilled down her throat. Gratification, pride, and immense pleasure swamped her as she stroked and sucked, taking everything he had to give until he sank back against the wall, his body jerking with aftershocks.

“Jesus, Angel.” Hands still tangled in her hair, he tugged her up to her feet, searching her eyes. His warm hands slipped from her hair to her jaw, rubbing it tenderly. He didn’t say a word as one arm circled her waist, drawing her into a blistering kiss. It wasn’t urgent or feverish, but even more confident and possessive than ever.

The kind of kiss that said things were different now.

When they stepped from the shower, he dried her off and led her into the bedroom, where they fell ravenously into each other’s arms again, and as their bodies came together, different was exactly how she felt.

Chapter Thirty-Two

SHAUNA WAS EXCITED and nervous as she stepped onto the upper deck of the Salty Hog, where she was meeting Madigan and the other girls for lunch. She’d gotten to know them pretty well the night of the wedding, and even better through group texts, but that didn’t mean getting together for the first time was going to be easy breezy. Nothing in her life was easy breezy, but she’d settle for comfortable enough that her stomach didn’t hurt.

She spotted Madigan standing by their table holding Marybelle, who looked adorable with a sprig of a hair gathered in a water fountain on the top of her head tied with a pink bow. Emerson was holding Brennan on her lap, his dark hair as spiky as the last time she’d seen him. Having grown up with shit parents, Shauna had a special place in her heart for children.

The girls saw her heading their way and they all waved, flashing welcoming smiles that helped ease Shauna’s nerves.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I forgot I had to stop for gas.”

“Sha Sha!” Marybelle reached for her.

“I see where I rank,” Madigan said as she handed Marybelle over in her little yellow dress with happy animal faces on it. Marybelle immediately grabbed Shauna’s cheeks, pulling her closer to rub noses.

Shauna melted a little inside. “I missed you, too, cutie.”

“I’m glad you made it,” Madigan said, and hugged her around Marybelle. All the girls echoed her enthusiasm. “Marly and Evie couldn’t make it, but you’ll meet them at the book club meeting if not before.”

“I look forward to it.” Through their group texts, Shauna had gotten to know Marly, a close friend of the Wickeds, who was engaged to Dante Dubois, a musician, and Evie, Baz’s bestie, who’d recently gotten engaged to the other veterinarian in Baz’s office, Quinton Anthony.

“Shauna, you look amazing,” Chloe said as Shauna sat down and settled Marybelle on her lap.

“I do?” She looked down at her jeans and loose blue tank top.

“You really do,” Leah said. “You look refreshed.”

“Thanks,” Shauna said. “You all look great, too. Where’s Leo today?”