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better than hot water.’
    ‘But it’s close,’ he asked. There was that grin again. It almost distracted me – almost – as his fingers dragged beads of water along my hip, my belly. Then he was touching me, pressing and swirling his fingers where I needed them most. When I made a small sound he licked it off my lips, chuckled softly, plunged a finger into me. A few lazy thrusts of his hand and I was coming, holding onto him and pressing my back to the slick blue tiles to keep from falling.
    ‘I never ever come like that,’ I blurted. My cheeks were hot and my blood pounded along with the water.
    ‘I think I just proved you wrong.’ He lifted my leg and ground against me again. Small flickering spasms of pleasure still worked through me and when he pressed the head of his cock to me, I bit my lip. I wanted to beg him to enter me but in the same moment didn’t want to rush this. I wanted it to last. All of it. The day, the sex, the night … the storm.
    He teased me with his mouth and his cock. Dropping small, soft kisses on my face and neck and chest. He stroked the tip of himself along my opening but never entered me. Finally, I clutched at him and gave a strangled cry of frustration. ‘Dorian, please …’
    The magic words.
Dorian. Please.
    He slipped into me with ease, my own moisture aiding him. He watched me, eyes on my eyes, as he pinned me there. Spread open to him from the one leg he still held high. He rocked into me forcefully and every thrust caused his pelvic bone to brush my clit in the most amazing way. Now I clutched at him for a different reason. My legs felt fit to buckle, my body on the verge of surrender.
    I came and without thinking I bit him, my teeth scraping and then sinking into the thick muscle of his shoulder. I cried out but it was muffled by his skin. He hissed like I’d burned him and drove into me once more before shaking in my arms and coming with a rough cry.
    ‘I’m sorry, I bit –’
    ‘I came when you bit me, Clover. So why on earth are you apologising?’
    He was watching me again with those eyes. Intent and mysterious. And kind.
    ‘I don’t know,’ I said.
    ‘No more apologies. Right?’
    He kissed me again and I nodded. ‘Yes, right,’ I mumbled, letting his tongue slip into my mouth, slide over mine. I felt a fresh surge of lust.
    But the water had turned tepid and we both grumbled and scrambled to get clean before all we had was a cold shower.
    ‘Nothing sexy about cold showers,’ he said as the water went even cooler.
    I let out a shriek. Didn’t mean to, but the water became downright frigid. He chuckled, soaping himself quickly. I loved the sound of his laugh. In the span of a single day he’d gone from a stranger to one of my favourite people in the world.

Chapter Eleven
    ‘See, I told you. Actual, real bed.’ Dorian pulled back the duvet and the lovely white high-thread-count sheets. He pressed the mattress with his hand, grinning. ‘And it’s a virgin bed.’
    I snorted before quickly covering my face. ‘Then I certainly can’t sleep in it.’
    ‘If that’s what I meant, Clover, the act of me climbing into it would cause it to burst into flames.’ He winked at me and again I had that feeling as if we shared some secret joke.
    ‘Touché.’ I sighed. I knew he heard the frustration in that small sound by the way he looked up.
    ‘You still upset because you can’t get through?’
    We’d gone back to the main entrance courtesy desk and tried my grandmother again. No answer. Just the monotonous, nerve-wracking sound of overloaded phone lines. A lot of cells were down, most likely due to the storm, and people were falling back on landlines.
    ‘Yes. And standing there in the entrance watching what seems like the world blow by didn’t help my nerves.’ The deluge had been phenomenal. Rain so dense it just looked like a solid sheet of gunmetal grey perpetually falling from the sky. My chest had gone tight with worry as I watched. And then a