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I closed my eyes as heat swamped me.

He sucked me slowly, seeming to savor every inch of me, using his tongue liberally. He cupped my balls in one hand, not tugging or squeezing, just…caressing softly as a counterpoint to each hard suck.

I clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Stop,” I gasped. “Please.”

He drew back, looking up. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I was going to come. You didn’t say if I could⁠—”

“Come anytime you want, Joey.”

I bit my bottom lip, willing the tide of pleasure back. “Not yet. Can we get in the shower first?”

“Sure, yeah. Anything you want.”

I cupped his face, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. “I want you.”

His lips curved under my thumb. “Good, because I want you so damn bad I’m about to cry.”

There was a slight quaver to his voice. He meant that, didn’t he?

Kit rose to his feet and pulled his T-shirt off, baring a broad chest covered in coppery curls. I kicked off my shoes and finished undressing while Kit pushed his sweats over his hips, revealing a bubble butt and strong, furry thighs, his thick cock swaying between them, so flushed I almost couldn’t see the freckles on it.

Almost.

I wet my lips, mesmerized by the sight of him, and he walked into the shower and turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature of the spray. This was a shower designed for a wheelchair user, so there was no step and no door.

There was just a wide-open space with a showerhead at one end—at waist height but attached to a hose so it could be held—with a bench under it.

Kit looked over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“Not yet,” I murmured to myself. “But very soon.”

He smiled, and I went to him. I’d already discovered I was powerless to do anything else.

He took the showerhead out of its cradle, raising it to wet his hair and shoulders. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him.

I grabbed the shampoo. “Can I help?”

He blinked water out of his eyes. “Yeah, you can do whatever you want with me.”

My heart thumped, and my balls ached in protest at the delay, but I wanted this more than sex. Closeness. Intimacy. I’d always craved more of it, but I’d thought it was impossible.

I pumped a nickel-sized dollop of Pantene shampoo into my palm. Then I brought my hands to his head and began massaging it in. Suds built up as I worked my fingers through his short hair. For fun, I shaped his hair into devil’s horns.

He turned, smirking at me. “Having fun?”

I grinned. “Yeah.”

He dropped the showerhead, and it clattered against the tile as he cupped my face in his hands. He brought his mouth down on mine, kissing me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth.

I drank down his kiss just as greedily.

My back hit the side of the shower, the tiles cold. I tensed up, and Kit broke the kiss. “Fuck. I love seeing you smile.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “I smile.”

“Not enough,” he said. “But maybe we can change that.” He kissed me again, more gently, then backed up to pick up the showerhead. “Rinse me?”