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moved over her
instead.
    Not
just any lover. Her lovers – two of the most physically
irresistible men she’d ever met. Two warm-hearted, patient and exciting men who
made her feel beautiful when they looked at her. She skimmed her hands back up
again, over her belly and up to slightly knead her D-cup sized breasts.
    The
rush of the water almost made her miss the sound of the bathroom door opening.
    Julie
suddenly sensed the lone figure of a naked man join her in the shower, taking
up the space behind her. Hands, large and deliciously warm, came round tugged
her wandering hands down to her sides. Julie gasped inaudibly at the sensation
of rock-hard, nude male pushing against her from behind. She didn’t look back
but when she glanced down she saw that the arms were dotted with black, tribal
ink. The next instant she heard the rumble of his voice in her ear as his lips
brushed her lobe.
    “Every
inch of you is so very beautiful,” Caine growled. “Do you like my hands on you,
baby?”
    Julie
let out a soft moan. If he needed confirmation that he could keep going with
his exploration of her thick, curvy frame, then Julie would have thought he
could read body language well enough. Even he could feel the way she trembled
with carnal response to his fingers feathering over the under swell of her
breasts, across the line of her nipples and then sinking down to grip her waist
and push her back against his unmistakably rigid manhood. He nestled his turgid
length right between the fleshy orbs of her ass, where he felt right at home.
    Oh
my. Oh, goodness, thought Julie. So long without a man and she was all set to
disintegrate if Caine drifted his hand much lower and simply flicked her clit.
Fighting for control, she instead rested back against his broad, muscular chest
and whispered into the falling shower, “Yes. I like your hands on me. Touch me,
Caine. All over.”
    He
groaned in her ear, and a single, long shudder seemed to move through his body
as his fingers tightened momentarily on her hips. Then he spun her round to
face him and kissed her hard, so hard their teeth clashed. She panted, hands
gripping tightly to the width of his upper arms. The world faded away and Julie
caught no more of the sounds or smells of the shower. All she could taste and
feel was Caine, and she drew herself up towards him with total abandon. He
cradled her to him, trailing his lips sensuously from her responsive mouth to
trace her lobe and then her neck with his eager tongue. He bent lower to
explore the hollow that dipped between her breasts, which he now had scooped
together in his hands. Julie felt intoxicated by his touch and the feeling of
his lips on her skin.
    Her
hands traced over his powerfully built body, unable to keep from touching his
broad shoulders, muscled torso, the taut leanness of his hips and thighs and
then…oh God. The length and girth of his cock as she encircled him with both
hands made her lightheaded for a moment.
    Caine’s
tongue had begun sweeping over her nipple and Julie was whimpering with
pleasure just as Caine let out a guttural groan, his hardness swelling in her
palms as she stroked him. He felt so good in her hands she couldn’t stop her
fists pumping on his impressively long and thick shaft. Just imagining him
sliding inside her wet heat was enough to have a low whine escape her parted
lips.
    She
stroked him further, lost in sensation of flesh-coated steel in her hands, only
to feel his hands grab her wrists and draw her fingers gently from him. Julie’s
heart lurched at the deprivation till she heard him groan in her ear that if
she kept touching him like that, he’d lose control before he had the chance to
be inside her.
     “And
I’ve waited too long to have it end too soon. You ready for me, woman?” Caine
asked, at the same time he slid one hand down her belly to cup her mound. Julie
mewled and thrust her hips, spreading her feet to give him better access to her
melting heat.
    A
deep, feral sound