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“You mind if I use your shower again?” Ruger asked after they’d picked up the food and dishes from eating.

“No, go right ahead. Let me know if you need anything.”

Ruger reached down, took her hand, and pulled her close. “You could join me.”

“I don’t know.” Krissi smiled but looked down. “I don’t think we’ll both fit.”

“It’ll be tight, but I know how to make it work.” He leered but kept it playful, hoping she’d know he was teasing. She narrowed her eyes and stretched up to kiss his chin.

“You know, I guess I do need a shower after all.” Krissi kept her head tilted back as she watched him. The temptation was too much, and he lowered his mouth to hers, capturing her lips with his. His hands found her hips and pulled her snug against him while his tongue plunged into her mouth, and he reveled in her taste and responsiveness. Her hand slid up his torso, grabbing and pulling at his kutte. That pulled him out of his haze.

“Mmmm, baby.” Ruger lifted his head and guided her hand away from the pistol in the holster under his vest. “Let’s get out of these clothes.” He pulled away and slid his kutte off his shoulders, revealing the Ruger semi-automatic pistol under his arm. Folding the vest, he dropped it on the table in front of the still folded futon. Then he pulled her close again and tugged the dark t-shirt she wore over her head. “Did you lock the door?” he glanced in that direction. She looked for a second or two longer.

“I always do, but yes, it’s locked.”

“Good. I don’t want to leave this out here with the door unlocked.” He shrugged out of his shoulder holster, wrapped the straps around the gun, leaving the grip unhindered in case he needed to pull it for some reason, and put the weapon on top of his kutte.

“Is that the Ruger you were named after?” Krissi seemed to watch his every move.

“One of them.” Ruger turned back to her and couldn’t resist the urge to run his eyes down her body, taking in every curve. Running his tongue over his teeth, he grinned and reached back to grab the collar of his shirt and dragged it over his head. When he could see her face again, her eyes had darkened, and her lids had dropped in what he was starting to recognize as her hot and bothered look. His cock twitched. He needed her naked. Now.

Pulling her up against him again, Ruger kissed her hard, his lips demanding her attention and participation. Krissi’s hands came up to grip his arms, fingers curling as she pulled at him. Ruger tried to slide his hands into the back of her shorts to grip her ass, but they were too tight. Ruger growled against her mouth, frustrated. Krissi’s hands disappeared then her shorts loosened. He pushed his hands inside, under the waistband of her underwear until each hand was filled with the round globes of her ass. With a deep groan of pleasure, he jerked her tight against him so she could feel how he throbbed to be inside her. Her hands curled into his back, and he couldn’t hold back the low growl. He loved it when she got aggressive.

Remembering that they were headed to the shower, Ruger pulled away again. “Shower, remember?” He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans before looking back at where she stood watching him, her hair a tousled mess and her lips swollen from his kiss. “This will go better if you finish undressing.” He dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out of them and into the bathroom to turn on the water. He adjusted the temperature and stepped under the spray before Krissi joined him.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she closed the curtain behind her.

“Why?”

“This shower is tiny, and I’m...not.” Krissi looked away, obviously embarrassed.

“Yes, the shower is small. You, on the other hand, are perfect.” Ruger slid his hand along her side and down to her hip. He hated the way she talked about herself as if there were something wrong with her. Personally, he thought she was perfect. Full and soft to curl against, not skin and bones with fake tits. “There’s nothing attractive about scrawny. I like a little curve to my women.” She lifted her gaze slowly until she was looking up at him, her eyelashes dotted with water droplets, making them look big and innocent.

“You’re not just messing with me?” Krissi’s voice was uncertain as if she’d been lied to before and didn’t know if she could believe him. Just the idea made him want to find whoever it was and rip them limb from limb.

“Baby, I don’t lie if I can help it. I have no reason to want to lie to you, much less need. I noticed you that first night because you’re hot and you make my dick stand up and shout for attention. I hoped you would come back for the same reason. That hasn’t changed.” Ruger cupped one breast and squeezed gently before moving his hand so he could pinch her nipple between his thumb and finger. Krissi whimpered. “And the way you react to me? That’s even hotter.” Reaching down, he took her hand and guided it to his cock. “That should do away with any doubts about how attractive I find you.” Her hand slid up his length then wrapped around him. He nearly came when she squeezed his cock and ran her hand up and down. Instead, he gritted his teeth and put one hand over hers to get her to stop moving. “Baby, you’re killing me. You keep that up and I’ll be done right here.”

Krissi looked up at him through her lashes. “That would be a shame.” Her voice had gone low and breathy, making his cock twitch in her hand. A coy, knowing smile inched across her lips, and she lifted her other hand and traced a small circle around his nipple. “I was starting to get into the idea of the two of us in the shower.”

“I’m not taking you against the wall again, not this time. I have other plans.” Ruger pulled her hands away from his skin and spun her around until she faced the shower stall and gave her a light push. “Get in there. I’ll be right there.” He waited until she was under the warm spray, her eyes closed and head tilted back as she let the water soak her hair, then turned to the sink. Gripping the edge, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, at least a little. He could have sworn his self-control was better than this, but Krissi did things to him he didn’t quite understand. Ruger felt like a green teenager again. He really didn’t need this, not now. With a shake of his head, he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a condom. He didn’t want to take her against the wall again, but with the way she was tempting him, it would be better to be prepared.