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The warm water pounded against Amelia’s shoulders bas /bshe tilted her head back, eyes closed. Steam billowed around her. Niko’s phone had rung as they headed into the bathroom.

“Room for one more I hope?” Niko’s voice broke through her reverie.

Amelia opened her eyes to find her new husband watching her from the shower door, his gaze appreciative bas /bit traveled over her wet skin.

“I did say I wanted us to shower together,” she said, unable to keep the pleased smile from her lips.

“I got off the phone as quick as I could.” He stepped inside, closing the ss door behind him. “And now I have a much more important task at hand.”

“Is that so?” Amelia turned to face him fully, suddenly very aware of her nakedness.

Though they’d spent the night discovering each other’s bodies, this was different…bright morning light streaming through the bathroom window, nowhere to hide, nothing to obscure. Amelia fought the instinct to cover herself, instead lifting her chin slightly, and met his eyes with confidence.

“You’re beautiful,” Niko said simply, reaching out to trace the curve of her shoulder with his fingertips. “Have I told you that yet today?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” she replied, her voice light despite the flutter in her stomach. “I don’t mind hearing it.”

He smiled and pulled her against him. His body was already responding to her proximity, his arousal evident against her hip.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her neck. “Stunning.” His lips traced a path long her corbone. “Exquisite.” His hands slid down her back to cup her bottom, pulling her closer. xy.”

Amelia gasped, her arms winding around his neck as the warm water continued to cascade over them both. She’d never imagined showering could be so intimate, and so arousing.

“Turn around,” Niko instructed softly, his voice dropping to thatmanding tone that sent shivers through her despite the heat.

Sheplied, uncertain what he intended until she felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently, his thumbs working at the muscles between her shoulder des.

“Mmm,” she agreed, eyes fluttering closed as his strong fingers worked their magic. “That is so good.”

His chuckle vibrated against her back as he leaned in to press a kiss to her nape. “I’m d you approve.”

“Yes, you can be my personal masseuse,” she replied, sighing as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine.

“I want to do something,” Niko said, his voice husky against her ear. “Something I think you’ll enjoy. Will you

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The request sent a thrill of anticipation through her. “Yesb./bb” /b

His hands guided her forward until her palms rested against the marble wall of the shower. “Stay just like that,” he murmured, reaching around her for the soap.

Amelia remained still, her breath quickening as she felt himther his hands. Then those hands were on her, sliding over her shoulders, down her back, around to cup her breasts. She moaned softly as his slippery fingers teased her nipples to hard peaks.

“Good?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear.

“Very,” she managed, arching into his touch.

His soap–slick hands continued their exploration, gliding over her stomach, her hips, between her thighs. When his fingers found her center, already swollen and sensitive from their night together, Amelia gasped.

“Still sore?” he asked, his touch gentling immediately.

“A little,” she admitted. “But don’t stop.”

He continued his careful ministrations, one hand supporting her against him while the other worked between her legs, finding the rhythm she needed. Amelia felt herself building toward release embarrassingly quickly, her body still so new to these sensations.

“Niko,” she breathed, her hips moving against his hand. “I’m—”

“Not yet,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers just as she approached the edge. “Turn around.”

Dazed with need, sheplied. Niko dropped to his knees before her, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her.

“What are you-” she began, but her words dissolved into a gasp as his mouth reced his fir finding her most sensitive spot with unerring uracy.

rs, his tongue

Amelia’s hands flew to his wet hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the almost overwhelming sensation. “Oh my God,” she managed, her head falling back against the shower wall.

Niko’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as his tongue worked magic against her core. When he slid one finger inside her, curling it to hit that spot that made her see stars, Amelia cried out, beyond caring who might hear.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, looking up at her with such heat in his eyes it nearly undid her. “Let go for me, Amelia.”

His mouth returned to its task, tongue circling her clit as his finger continued its gentle thrusting. The dual sensation was too much Amelia felt herself shatter, her release crashing through her in waves as she clung to his shoulders for support.

Before she could recover, Niko was standing again lifting her easily. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, his voice tight with restraint.

She did as he asked, gasping as she felt the hard length of him pressing against her entrance. The new position had her back against the cool tile, her legs around his waist,pletely at his mercy.

“I want to be inside you,” he said, his eyes searching hers. “But if you’re too sore-”

“Pleaseb,/bb” /bshe interrupted, surprising herself with her boldness. “I want you too.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. With one smooth thrust, he filled herpletely, groaning against her neck at the sensation. The slight difort of her first time had faded, reced by a delicious fullness that had her moaning his name.

Niko established a rhythm, each thrust driving her back against the tiles, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Water continued to cascade over them both as he took her with increasing urgency, his control visibly slipping.

“Touch yourself,” he urged, his voice strained. “I want to feel youe again.”

Amelia hesitated only briefly before sliding her hand between them, finding her still–sensitive clit. Thebination of her own touch and his deep thrusts quickly rebuilt the tension in her core.

“That’s it,” Niko encouraged, his pace increasing. “God, you feel incredible.”

His words pushed her over the edge once more, her inner muscles clenching around him as pleasure swept through her body. Niko followed momentster, but before he came inside her, he pulled out just in time, burying his mouth against her neck with a groan that echoed off the shower walls.

For several heartbeats, they remained in each other’s arms.

“Well,” Amelia managed once she’d caught her breath, “that was certainly a more thorough showering than I’d nned.”

Nikoughed, the sound warm and genuine. “The first of many, I hope.”

He reached behind her to adjust the water temperature, then grabbed the shampoo. “May I?” he asked, holding up the bottle.

The gesture was oddly more intimate than what they’d just shared, this offer to wash her hair, to care for her in such a simple, tender way. “Please,” she said softly.

His fingers massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into ather before guiding her under the spray to rinse. Then he conditioned her long dark tresses with the same careful attention, his touch gentle and thorough.

“Your turn,” she said when he finished, taking the shampoo from him.

He had to bend slightly for her to reach his hair properly, the position bringing their bodies flush against each other once more. Amelia took her time, enjoying the simple pleasure of caring for him this way, watching his

close in contentment under her ministrations.

eyes

When they finally stepped out of the shower, Niko wrapped her in a plush towel before grabbing one for himself.

“What time is breakfast with your father?” Amelia asked, wringing water from her hair.

“Nine–thirty,” Niko replied, checking his watch on the counter. “We have about forty minutes.”

“I’d better hurry then.” She turned toward the mirror, reaching for her hairbrush.

Niko caught her hand, turning her back to face him. “One more thing,” he said softly, before leaning down to kiss her with surprising tenderness. “Good morning, Princess.”

Amelia smiled against his lips. “Good morning, husband.”