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off her body. Her panties went down her legs easily, her hands still slick with soap. “I’ll smell like you,” she told him jokingly, feeling suddenly vulnerable before him. Wringing out the lingerie, she hung them over the door.
    “Good. I want my scent all over you.” He reached out and pulled her against his body, stroking his hand over her back and down, his strong fingers cupping her ass and bringing her aching core against his engorged cock. He moved forward and pinned her body between the tile wall of the enclosure and his overwhelmingly masculine form. “I want you underneath me, moaning my name while I bury myself inside you. I want to watch you come,” he said harshly, his breath coming hard and fast.
    “Don’t!” Emily cried, the sound half worry and half longing. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She pushed lightly on his chest, trying to get him to release her.
    “Then I suggest you don’t move,” he answered in a hoarse, tortured whisper. “Because I have to touch you. I need to touch you. The pain of not touching you is killing me.”
    Emily released a tremulous breath, staying still as he backed up slightly, their eyes meeting and holding. His were filled with a fierce, covetous need that made her entire body quiver and burn like an inferno. Desire clawed at her, some unknown force locking and fusing them together, making her crave him, wanting him to take her in the most carnal ways possible.
    His hands moved over her body, while his gaze stayed locked with hers. He cupped her breasts and his thumbs circled and stroked her nipples into hard, sensitive peaks. It was as if the caress of his fingers fired every nerve ending in her body, making her rock her hips, moaning softly as her whole body trembled. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her pleasure, but it wouldn’t be contained.
    Grady took his time, exploring the valley between her breasts as one of his hands moved lower, his fingers moving in erotic circles on her sensitized flesh.
    “I want to be fucking you right now, but I’ll settle for this.” His hand moved between her thighs, his fingers delving slowly between her wet folds. “I’ll watch you come.”
    Emily’s hands slapped against the tile, her knees weakening as Grady explored leisurely, his fingers stroking from her anus to her clit, over and over again. Each time, his finger barely brushed the tiny bundle of nerves, the bud engorged and needy. Her moan escaped her lips completely, and she whimpered, “Please.”
    His eyes were blazing with liquid heat as he finally moved his thumb over her clit, but the pressure wasn’t enough. Emily’s eyes fluttered closed, and she thrust her hips forward, begging for relief from the erotic torture. He rotated from breast to breast with his other hand, pinching her nipple hard enough to send a jolt of electric pulsation through her body, followed by a smooth caress.
    “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he demanded, his heated breath caressing her neck, his mouth close to her ear. “Tell me.”
    “You,” she moaned, her chest heaving as Grady finally moved his fingers over her clit with more pressure, more urgency.
    His mouth covered hers, stealing her breath as his tongue invaded, taking away any will of her own. She was consumed by Grady, and he was stoking her body to a fevered state that left her helpless to his marauding tongue and his demanding fingers.
    Over and over, his fingers rubbed over her clit, every brush taking her higher. His tongue was mimicking what he’d like to do with his cock, thrusting in and out of her mouth like a man possessed.
    Finally, Emily couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her hand down to cover his, desperate for a rough, vigorous touch that would send her over the edge.
    He was panting as his mouth came away from hers. “Open your eyes. Tell me what you want.”
    “You know what I want,” she gasped, entwining her fingers with his and pushing his fingers against her clit harder,