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moment. Her body had felt
anything but run-down then. More thrumming, aroused, alive. She shivered,
recalling the way Henry’s thumb had lightly caressed the very edge of her
breast. They felt suddenly heavier now as her nipples tightened to hard points.
For all his forwardness, god , he was attractive.
    She stepped beneath the warm
spray with her thoughts still humming, tilting her head back and letting the
water run down her face and neck. It did nothing to release the tension coiling
in her belly. Sophie pushed her wet hair back from her face, sliding her hands
down to her neck and rubbing the tense muscles there. Her body wash was orange
scented and lovely as she lathered her shoulders and arms.
    Citrus scented suds slid down her
torso, coasting on currents of heated water. They clung to her sensitive
nipples, and slipped, tickling, across the flat plane of her belly before
catching up in the dark brown curls between her legs. Eyes closed, Sophie let
her fingers follow the bubbles’ languid path.
    Finally, she allowed her mind to
drift back to the dance. The cool tile of the shower became the floor to
ceiling window of her studio. Henry pressed her hard against it, mouth and
tongue demanding against hers as he kissed her. His left hand snaked beneath
her shirt, strong fingers pushing her bra up to release her breast into
his palm. He massaged it firmly, rolling her nipple between thumb and
forefinger, pinching lightly.
    Sophie gasped at the arrow of
pleasure this sent flying straight to her pussy. Her clitoris throbbed in time
with his touch. She whimpered at the loud clank of his belt buckle and the rasp
of his zipper lowering. Outside, it was dark. Cars whizzed by and it didn’t
matter.
    “Hook your leg around me,” he
murmured against her lips, urging her thigh up to his hip. She did as he said,
hitching her calf around his waist, letting him and the window take her weight.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly as he drew out the hard
length of his cock and rubbed the satiny head between her slick lips.
    Sophie arched her hips, pressing
against him, trying to draw him into her. Henry nipped at her lower lip,
teasing her with just the tip, sliding his rigid shaft up and down her slit.
    “Henry, please ,” she cried
into his mouth, desperate for him to fill her.
    He smiled and she felt his teeth
against her lips. “That’s it,” he growled, “beg me.”
    She tugged at his hair, bringing
his mouth back to hers, twining her tongue with his. She pressed her breast
into his rough palm and rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the heated
expanse of his erection. She begged him with her body.
    He pulled his hand from between
them, tangling it in her hair and crashing his mouth hard onto hers as he
thrust forward, burying every inch of his rigid flesh deep inside her quivering
sex. Henry sucked at her lips and tongue as he moved in and out of her, slowly,
powerfully. He twisted his hips on every downstroke, rubbing over her clit and
shooting sparks of pleasure into her belly.
    His movements were graceful and
fierce, like his dance moves had been. Primal and muscular and sensual.
    Sophie bit her lip, rolling her
head to press her cheek against the shower’s cool tile. She kept her eyes
squeezed shut, picturing the sexy stranger’s high cheekbones flushed with
passion, his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he looked into hers and plunged
rhythmically into her. He muttered low, dark words in her ear.
    She swirled her fingers around
her clit, spreading her slick moisture over her inflamed sex. She pushed three
fingers inside of herself, rubbing the base of her palm in wide circles,
pretending it was Henry touching her, Henry inside her. And when he whispered
“That’s it, come for me,” she shattered, clenching around her own invading
digits.
    Sophie shuddered, every inch of
her skin trembling in a tingling wave of orgasm more powerful than anything
she’d experienced in a long time. Even the warm, soft