He laughs. "I'm equally happy watching you."

My body flushes with warmth from the tips of my ears to the tips of my breasts. I open my eyes and see him leaning against the counter, shirt off and sweatpants on, his incredibly sexy frame relaxed. He's smiling. His tender, amused expression leaves me rattled once more, even after our long night together.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the way he looks at me, through me, as if we've known each other our entire lives instead of meeting two months ago.

I went from a nightmare to a fairytale. Overwhelmed by what that ultimately means for my future, I nonetheless know I'm exactly where I want to be with the man I want to be with.

"Are you coming in?" I ask playfully.

"Absolutely."

I wait anxiously, exhilaration racing through me. There's nothing in this world that compares to his touch. Gentle yet firm, he has a way of making me feel both empowered and safe enough to be vulnerable.

Petr opens the shower door and slides in. He's wearing a black sleeve over his prosthetic leg. His hands find me immediately and slide over my wet skin. He's the most affection man I've ever known. I never thought twice about a man who loves to touch me, but one night with him has convinced me I don't ever want his hands elsewhere when we're together.

He nudges me until my back is to him and wraps his arms around me, hugging me into his body. Resting his head on my shoulder, he kisses my neck. His solid strength awes me, and I trace my hands down the thick biceps and roped forearms holding me against him. His hard erection is pressed to my bottom, and the combination of his strength and apparent arousal cause the hollow between my legs to ache for him again already.

"How you doing?" he whispers. "No regrets?"

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"Never with you," I reply and rest my head against his shoulder. "You?"

"Nope."

"Well … I do have one regret," I add. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas."

"You're the best Christmas present ever."

I smile and close my eyes, relishing the sensations of his warm frame, strength, and the grizzled jaw tickling my neck. This is perfect. Being in his arms makes me wonder why I've settled for being anywhere else my entire life.

One of his palms shifts down my abdomen. "Or … we could give each other a special shower present," he says huskily. "Start the day out right."

"I'm game," I say breathlessly, already yearning for him. I relax against him completely, unable to recall the last time I was able to trust someone enough to close my eyes and simply exist … share a space with them.




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