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    “Beautiful.”
    “I’m underdressed compared to you.” She expected things to be awkward now but they weren’t. Expected to feel self-conscious because of the lights above their heads and the way she was completely naked in front of the man who’d haunted her dreams for years. But Max had seen her in everything from pigtails and braids, her face broken out, dressed in pjs with frogs on them and bed head after sleepovers with Em. He’d seen her in bathing suits, mourning black, and everything in between. Somehow it seemed fitting that he saw her like this too.
    Max turned on the water to warm, and she placed her hands on his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. She smiled when she realized they’d missed a button when dressing on the beach. She smoothed the edges back, her gaze roaming over his broad chest.
    Max had to unfasten the cuffs at his wrists and while he did that, she lowered her hands to his waist and took care of his pants. In short order they stepped into the shower. The water glided over her skin, and added to the sensations bombarding her. Max’s hands, his mouth. The way he touched her…
    She’d never known shampooing her hair could be such a sensual experience but with Max it was. He massaged her neck, her head, all the while kissing her, careful to keep the suds from her eyes.
    Max bathed her with careful precision. His fingers coated in soap as they roamed over her breasts, her nipples, over her belly and between her legs. She gripped his water-slicked shoulders and melded her mouth to his, moaning her pleasure whenever his touch found ultra-sensitive spots. “Your turn.”
    Max kissed his way up her neck to her jaw, her mouth, before taking her lips in a long, breath-stealing kiss, his tongue surging into her mouth the way she wanted his cock to thrust into her.
    “Not yet. I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, the words said around kisses pressed to her lips. “I have so many fantasies, Chloe. I won’t let you rush me.”
    His words sent a shiver of excitement through her. She’d had a few fantasies of her own in the years they’d known each other. Fantasies she’d like to carry out on his delectable body. But for now she was perfectly content to let him have his way.
    Max’s hands were everywhere as he rinsed her hair and smoothed the soap from her skin. His touch set her on fire because with every stroke, his fingers tweaked her nipples, rasped against her skin, slipped low over her belly and between her legs to tease until she found her back pressed against the shower wall, held there by Max’s long, lean form.
    He was thorough. She had to give Max that. He made sure every bubble and sleek trickle of soap was gone from her skin before he bent and somehow— oh, his strength!— lifted her up until her thighs rested high on his upper arms and her back was braced against the cool tile wall. “Max!”
    She stared at him with a mix of awe and horror, unable to believe he was going to—
    Max didn’t falter in his quest but dove for the treasure he wanted. His head pressed between her thighs, his mouth finding and sucking her clit as though it was a favorite treat. “ Max. ”
    Chloe spread her arms to maintain her top-heavy and precarious balance, every lick and flick and stroke of Max’s tongue against her nub leaving her panting and moaning, quivering with need, an orgasm approaching fast and hard and— “ Oooh! ”
    She bowed against the tile, arching into Max’s unbelievable mouth as he pulled the very essence from her, demanded it as though it was his right. And even then he wasn’t finished. He continued to suckle her, driving her up that steep, clawing peak again and lifting his head from between her legs just as she was about to come again. “Please.”
    He brushed his lips over her thighs, one, then the other, staring up at her. “In time,” he whispered.
    She was going to die of pleasure. Had anyone told her such a thing was possible she would’ve