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“Together,” I breathe, ether”

Immediately, his eyes flood with relief and the coldness leaves his stance “Fuck, yes,” he growls, and kisseson the counter beside me and tosses it at Prue where she lies on the floor “Have fun, girl”

And then he picksup the stairs with me

My laughter echoes around the stairwell and I swat at his butt “Put et out of his arms

“Not until you’re wet” He chuckles, and I don’t think he means it sound dirty but it does and I kind of love it

He pushes open the door tome down, he turns on the shower and we end up inside, fully-clothed The water beats against s

“Now I can put you down” He lowers me from his shoulder but keeps his hands on my waist so I don’t slip I kick off ets rid of his shoes He turns us so his back is to the water and I’er on mine as he reaches for the top button of his shirt and slowly slips it through the hole He moves to the next one, and the next, and all the way down until his shirt is cos limply from his shoulders The shower is se body takes up I don’t have to stretch rab ahold of each side of his shirt and push it down his arms It falls to the floor of the shoith a wet thump His hair is plastered to his head and I watch the rivulets of water slide down his torso, getting lost in the fabric of his pants

I know he’s waiting for o next—he won’t push this, won’t push me He wants me to know the power is in esture, he should know by now that I’m powerless when it comes to him

I turn around and tugthe zipper in the back of my dress I look at hi in his eyes and the way he bites his lip He reaches out a tentative hand to the zipper and slowly—oh so slowly—lowers it My heart races inelse The dress begins to slip fro me only in my lacy bra and underwear

The dress pools on the floor along with his shirt, and before I can turn around to face hie body The tile wall of the shower is right in front of ainst it as he towers behindone hand on asp at the feel of hiainst me and a moan leaves my throat

God, I want this I want hias This is raw and real and us

I reachon the strands of his hair I tilt my head back and the look on his face nearly undoeshe’s ever wanted in the world

He ainst him

“Please,” I beg His fingers find the strap of oes slack, and I let it fall down my arms I move aside the shower curtain and toss it out and then do the same with my underwear

I turn, facing him, and he eyes aze, but the only thing I feel at the moment is beautiful