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time, then stood and leaned in to kiss him, but he took her shoulders and turned her toward the wall.

    Simone yelped in surprise as her breasts touched the icy tile. A second later, his hands were over them and the warmth of his body engulfed the rest of her as he held her to the wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him grab the condom.
    "I want to be inside you," he growled into her ear, his unshaven jaw deliciously coarse against her skin. The wrapper tore. "I want you so bad it hurts ." He nudged her legs apart with his knee, his hands sliding down her sides to her hips. He pushed into her from behind, moving slowly, deliberately, so she felt every inch of him. She exhaled in time with his sensuous motion.
    Buried to the hilt, he stopped. His entire body quivered, his breath ragged on her wet skin. She tightened her muscles around him, and he released a throaty, primal growl. She rolled her hips, pulling him in even farther. They moved together, with slow, luxurious strokes as he filled her completely. His every moan, every catch of his breath beside her ear, ignited more passion within her.
    Suddenly he tightened his grip on her hips and thrust as deeply within her as he could. His hand slid around her waist until his fingers found her clit. She gasped as his fingertip drew lazy, gentle circles around it. He moved within her again, slowly, so slowly, agonizingly slowly. Her legs shook. Waves of ecstasy—fire and ice, pain and pleasure—surged through her.
    He growled in her ear. "Tell me what you want."
    She struggled to form the words. "I want you . . . to . . . faster . . . ." She finally managed, pushing herself against his hand, rolling her hips in time with his. A powerful orgasm hung within her, on the brink, ready to overtake her.
    "Tell me more," he whispered.
    "I want you," she said again. "Faster . . . harder . . . ."
    "Do what faster and harder?"
    "Fuck me! Fuck . . . me . . . harder . . . ." He needed no further bidding; he grabbed her hips and fucked her , driving himself into her as hard as he could, fucking her so deep she swore he was going to hit

    her throat. Within seconds, she came, delicious spasms wracking her body as he continued to slam his cock deep inside her.
    A moment later, he cried out and shuddered against her. His fingers dug into her hips and a long moan brushed past her ear. His entire body tensed, trembled, then relaxed. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and held her while they both caught their breath.
    When at last they could both breathe, he turned her around and pulled her into his arms beneath the hot, rushing water.

    Chapter Eleven

    On the way to the kitchen from Jason's bedroom, a framed picture in the hallway caught Simone's eye. She stopped. It was an incredible black and white image of a nude woman posing on a black couch. Her soft, supple curves contrasted sharply with horizontal stripes of shadow, as if illuminated only by light pouring through venetian blinds. Everything—the angle of her arms, the placement of her hands to emphasize the swoop of her hip, the blinds' shadows framing her erect nipples—was perfect. Deliberate. Calculated. Nothing accidental. She didn't imagine there was much Jason did with a female body that was accidental.
    Beside the print hung another nude, this one in color, with seashells covering the nipples of another perfectly posed model.
    "Jason," she said. He was walking ahead of her and turned around. She gestured at one of the prints. "I didn't think you photographed people."
    "Not often, no," he said, his cheeks coloring. "These are, I . . . ." He hesitated before gesturing dismissively. "It's just a hobby."
    "They're stunning."
    He blinked. "You . . . like them?"
    "I'm no prude, Jason."

    He laughed. "I can't argue with that, can I?" Pausing, he cleared his throat. "I just—" He pursed his lips as he looked at the prints. "I don't usually show these to people."
    "But they're in your hallway, for anyone to see."
    He shrugged.