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on his arms. Water flooded down her spine, into the valley between her ass and her pants, drops working their way to her molten pussy. She bounced in his hands at the pinpricks of sensation, cool droplets licking where she wanted his tongue instead.
    “Take these off, I need them off,” she groaned, tearing her hands off him to unbuckle her own pants. The zipper went down easily enough…but the fabric refused to budge off her skin. A yank did nothing. The leather had bonded to her, sticky and immovable. “Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!”
    Twelve years of waiting and she was not going to lose this night because of a pair of pants, damn it.
    “How much do you care about those?” Lucas asked, frowning at her midriff.
    “I’m half-naked in a shower with you, Lucas, swearing at them. How much to do you think I care?”
    “Here, try standing.” Adding insult to injury, he set her down on her feet, taking care that her footing was solid before letting her go. It didn’t help dislodge the leather. “Take off your boots.”
    “I don’t see why—”
    “Take them off, Belle.” She watched him detach the wet dress shirt from his arms and sling it into a squishy pile in the corner of the stall. Then he reached for the hem of his wet white T-shirt. Before he pulled it up though, he lifted an eyebrow at her, as if to say, “Well?”
    Grumbling, she reached down for the zipper on her left boot and let him help her stay standing while she got her leg free with a disconcerting suction sound. The next boot came off and she was there in just the pants.
    For his part, Lucas was still in his slacks, but they were plastered to him. The thick erection outlined there told her in no short terms that he had no intention of giving in to a few pieces of wet leather, either.
    “I’m going to have to owe you.” He dropped to his knees and turned her at the hips so he was looking at one side of her speculatively, touching her exposed skin with his fingertips, faint as a feather.
    “Owe me for what?”
    “For this.” He put one hand on each side of the laces and ripped. The tiny strips proved little match for a determined man and after two good tugs, the pants gaped open around one leg. She stared, dumbfounded, as he spun her and made shorter work of the other side. Damn if he didn’t look proud of himself, kneeling in front of her, a smile she’d bet no one knew he could produce on those sinful lips.
    His hands caressed her calves through the open sides, sliding up her legs to the insides of her thighs. She shuddered when his thumbs massaged upward, searching out her sex. His eyes darkened and the smile fell away when he found nothing but her soft folds and the thick moisture of her desire. His thumb slid over her clit, once, twice, then a third time until she threw her head back with a cry. Not in orgasm. No, he stayed well short of that. This was just a taste of relief and sweet, honeyed torture.
    His hands came away from her slowly, then she felt the touch of his knuckles at her belly, working the pants slowly over her barely existing hips. Once past that, the weight of the wet leather made them drop all by themselves to her feet.
    “This is new.”
    Belinda looked down, now positive she was blushing, which she hadn’t done when she was dumb enough to get his surprising little find. At least, she didn’t think she did.
    “I didn’t know you could get tattoos here.” He brought a fingertip to the hand-sized design low on her abdomen, tracing the dark outline over her smooth mound where it ended at the very top of her sex. “This had to hurt.”
    “Well…I…wanted something pretty.” Actually, she was dead drunk for the first session and woke up completely unaware of what she’d done. After that it seemed a shame not to finish. But now was not a time for a lecture, which he’d give if she ever explained how it happened. She pulled on his nape, hoping to bring him back to the point.
    Being Lucas, of course, he