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wrapped her legs around his waist, waited impatiently while he fit the thick head at the opening of her vagina.
    Only then did he press into her, pushing upward, sliding her down then up the wall with the strength of his hard thrusts.
    Water streamed like heavy rain atop their heads, beat their shoulders, dripped off their noses.
    His eyelashes were starred with liquid, but he kept his eyes open, as did she. They locked glances, and she marveled that a man who looked so hard, his face tight and sharp-edged, could still hold onto his control to deliver the long, precise strokes she needed.
    He broke apart her breaths, not with sharp thrusts, but with endless rolls of his hips, firm up-and-down lunges of his hands on her bottom to control the surging tension.
    Up and down the slippery tiles, up and down his thickening cock. The friction inside her burned. The juicy sounds they made coming together and apart were louder than their straining breaths.
    “Let go of my waist,” he growled.
    She began to lower her legs, but he pressed closer, released her buttocks and hooked his arms beneath her thighs. Then the sensual movements quickened, sharpened.
    Already so near, she let her head bump back against the tile and surrendered, letting him control everything, her limbs lax, her pussy convulsing, strong ripples traveling down to caress every sweet inch of the cock shoving up inside her.
    “Colt…” Her mouth opened and her eyelids fluttered closed.
    His knees dipped, and he came up harder, pulling her thighs to bounce her on his shaft. There was violence in his movements, a gentle rage that ripped away every last sense of self.
    Zuri arched her back and screamed, rocking her legs within his hold, rubbing her breasts against his chest, needing to be closer, needing him deeper.
    The moment and her body locked and held although Colt continued to plunge inside her. Her pussy clamped down, milking him with strong contractions she felt all along her channel to her gripping entrance. The scalding spurt of liquid flooding her now was him and her, a wave of their excitement so hot and pure that she wrapped her arms around him and held on with all her might, because she didn’t want to let it end. Didn’t want to leave his embrace.
    But he was shaking, leaning into the tiles, his head sinking to her shoulder as he dragged in deep, shuddering breaths.
    Zuri, eyes still closed, mouth still slack, rubbed his cheek as she fought to breathe enough air into her lungs so she wouldn’t pass out. “Best…pat-down…ever.”
    Colt grunted, not letting her go, just rocking ever so slightly against her as the pulsing of his cock slowed. He kissed her neck, lifted his head and skimmed his mouth along her jaw. Then he angled his face to press his lips against hers.
    When at last they both drew back, Zuri slowly opened her eyes. His blazed back with a look she’d never seen. One of feral possession. A look that filled an empty place inside her, because she’d always wanted to belong to this fierce, strong man. “I love you, Colt.”
    His jaw tightened. He didn’t give her back the words, but he held her safe inside his embrace.

Chapter Nine
    Colt glanced over at Zuri who sat her horse rather gingerly. He suppressed a self-satisfied grin, surprised at just how much the tenderness she felt pleased him in a very primal way.
    Colt cast a trained eye around the rolling hills, looking for anything out of place. He’d wanted to treat her to an outing, but wasn’t taking any chances. To the south, he saw a rider, Eddie Sandoval, his horse halted on a rise.
    Eddie raised a hand to let him know he’d keep watch. All the men were party to keeping Zuri safe now. Whatever Tommy had said had galvanized them. When he and Zuri had stepped out onto the porch after they’d showered, they’d been greeted by a pair of cowboys flanking both ends of the porch. At the barn, another armed man had stepped from the shadows to tip his hat.
    Zuri had given him a