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just…” he stumbled. “That wasn’t the reaction I had intended.”
    “You’re getting worked up for nothing.” I smiled, and slowly the storm within those deep brown eyes calmed. “I would really hate to see you all fired up.”
    “I’ve never been this out of control with my emotions before.” He sighed, and stepped back, pulling the now drenched shirt from his body, and tossed it on the floor. “Turn around.”
    “Do I really want to put my back to you?” I laughed and felt him kiss my bare shoulder.
    “I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me too,” he reassured me, and I closed my eyes as I heard his pants drop into a wet pile on the floor. His hands grasped the soap and slowly began to lather over my back. “You have scars.”
    “Yeah, they’re…um…from an accident,” I whispered, and I felt him run his fingers over the three identical marks that ran from my left shoulder to my spine.
    “Must have been some accident,” he said, as his touch sent shivers down my back.
    “Life changing,” I replied, and looked at the wall before me.
    He didn’t ask anything more, and my thoughts turned to concentrate on the way the facecloth felt on my skin. As much as it was innocent, the feeling of someone else running the course rag over my body was more than intimate. He turned me gently, so that my back was in the jets of water, rinsing off the soap as he brought the cloth up to my neck.
    Your breathing changed. I felt the tingle of his mind as I my thought connected to him.
    I have an absolutely beautiful woman in front of me. Yours would too if you were in my place, he answered. I concentrated on the way he ran his hands over me, gently caressing my breast for several moments, until he got the reaction he was looking for, before moving on to the rest of me. I’m not trying to start anything, Sam.
    Ah-huh, I replied, smiling at him as I opened my eyes. The storm had returned, and I swore I saw dark clouds in those eyes, but I watched his reaction to mine opening and a grin spread across his face. “What?”
    “Fire,” he blurted out. “I can see flames in your eyes, making the blue so bright.”
    “That’s funny, because you have lightening in yours. Its how I knew that you had taken my being scared too hard and why I told you to calm down,” I answered, and grinned wider. “They really are controlled by our emotions.”
    “Well, your body is kicking off some serious heat, Sam,” he pointed out as he leaned down and gently brushed my lips.
    “Yeah, well, just try not to electrocute me,” I joked just as I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair.
    “I’ll try,” was the only answer I received from him as he captured my lips with his own.
    His kiss was just as passionate as before, taking my breath and leaving me weak in the knees, and I could feel the pulse intensify as he released the cloth and placed one hand on my lower back, and cupped my head, not wanting me to get away until he had done a thorough job.
    Oh , his voice moaned as his hand gripped my bottom, pressing the hard evidence of his arousal against my belly. I’m so hard that it hurts.
    Let me see if I can help. I reached down, releasing my grip on his hair, and circled the taut staff with one hand. He gasped against my lips, and using the soap that still coated my skin, began to slowly stroke the velvet-covered iron within my grasp. I felt him pull back, trying to get away from my hand, but the motion only caused me to brush the tip of him with my fingers.
    Oh my God! He started, quickly coming back to me. He began to move, slowly, pulling and pushing in the grasp of my hand, and he had no choice but to release my lips. He placed his forehead against mine, his eyes tightly shut, and his hands gripped my hair as me moved to his own rhythm.
    I watched the pained expression cross his face, and felt him grow fuller, knowing what was coming next and I stepped back just a bit as warm jets covered my hand. Slowly