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him, more than she’d ever planned to, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. She pried her eyelids apart again, her chest tightening at the concerned look in his eyes. Damn, how was she supposed to act casual when he made his feelings so obvious?
    “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.” She smiled at his slight frown. “Besides, what fun is spending the day in bed if you’re not in it with me?”
    Lust flashed in his eyes and he leant forward, placing a hand on either side of her shoulders. “Careful, darling, or I might just develop a serious case of ‘fuck it’ and have to take you up on your offer.” His gaze dropped to her chest. He’d always been a breast guy, though he’d spent his fair share of time licking her pussy last night.
    The memory had her squirming beneath the sheet, the ghostly feel of his tongue on her clit pooling a fresh wave of moisture along her slit. He must have sensed her increased arousal. He tsked at her and yanked off the cover, his hand going to the aching nub between her legs.
    “Damn, Mal, you’re fucking soaking.”
    She could only grunt her reply, his talented fingers teasing her nerves as they danced through her folds, spreading her liquid heat along the length of her cleft. But just as he reached her sex, tempting it with a hint of penetration, he pulled back and jumped to his feet, towering over her with a feral look in his eyes.
    “Sawyer…”
    Her words keened into a startled gasp as he slipped his hands under her, lifting her from the bed and shuffling her into his arms.
    He smiled, dropping a kiss on her open mouth before heading across the room. “Shower. Now.”
    The firm tone in his voice stopped any protest she might have made and she knew he was on the verge of fucking her against the wall again, or on the counter, hell, maybe the floor. She held on, loving the feel of being in his arms. Despite everything she’d told herself, about how strong she was and how she didn’t need anyone’s protection, she loved how he always made her feel safe.
    The truth of the statement tugged at her subconscious, threatening to unleash something she suspected was better left buried. Just talking about her childhood had opened a raw wound, and she was more than aware that nothing good would come from dwelling on those memories.
    Sawyer marched them into the bathroom, easing her down when he reached the shower. He didn’t wait for her to ask to undress him, simply removed his briefs and left them lying forgotten on the floor. He opened the glass door, turning on the water before extending his hand and gently holding hers as he pulled her inside.
    She stepped in after him, gasping when he growled and pinned her against the tiled wall. The cold porcelain bit into her skin, surpassed only by the heat of his body as he snugged his chest against hers, the long length of his cock pressing into the slight hollow beside her hip.
    He took a deep breath, making the muscle in his jaw twitch as he rested his forehead against hers. It was a familiar move, one he made when he struggled to come to grips with his control. But she didn’t care about his control. He seemed to think she needed gentle, tame. What she wanted was Sawyer, raw, hungry, almost brutal in his desire, as he took her hot and hard against any convenient surface.
    She heard him exhale a long, slow breath as he eased back, watching her amidst a spray of water. She smiled and pushed him away slightly, wanting a chance to finally get a good, hard look at him. Though she’d felt every inch of him rock against her last night, she hadn’t had near enough time to touch and taste as she longed to. Sawyer furrowed his brow as he took a step back, uncertainty creasing his forehead.
    Mallory allowed her gaze to run the length of his body. “Damn. You’re one fine-looking man.”
    She held up her hand, shaking her index finger at him when he smiled and tried to press forward.
    “Not this time, baby. I believe it’s my