“I want to. Let me.” She stroked him gently at first, too gently for what he needed. He was about to put his hand over hers and show her what he wanted when she tightened her grip and caressed him harder. In a move he didn't see coming, she cupped his balls with her other hand. He detonated, holding himself up with both hands on the shower wall as she milked him of every drop.

“Christ have mercy,” he whispered.

“Did I do it right?”

He uttered a harsh laugh. “If you did it any better, you might’ve killed me.”

As the water rained down upon them, she rested her face on his back as her hands lay flat against his belly. “Right back atcha.”

Not entirely trusting his legs to stay beneath him, Adam turned and framed her face with his hands, kissing her gently. “I’m sorry I woke you with the shower.”

“I’m not,” she said with a meaningful smile.

“Come to think of it, I’m not either.”

“What you did…to me, for me… It was amazing. It’s never been like that for me before.”

“We only needed to get your head out of the equation.”

She looked up at him, sweet and guileless. Drops of water clung to her thick lashes. “How is it that you figured that out in two days, but I’ve been with others for years and they never knew?”

“I guess we just got lucky. A couple of tequila shots, some loose lips, a guy who likes to puzzle through a challenge, and what’ve we got?”

“Three rather astonishing orgasms.”

Adam laughed at the way she blushed when she said that. “Plenty more where those came from.”

“And in light of tonight’s revelations, you won’t think less of me if I pester you for nonstop sex?”

Still laughing, he said, “Pester me, baby.” He combed his fingers through the long, wet strands of her hair. “Please pester me.”

“Remember you asked for it.”

“How could I forget?”

Warm, soft lips on his chest woke Seamus O’Grady from the soundest sleep he’d enjoyed in days. The questions had all been answered to his satisfaction, and he had the woman he loved in his arms to stay. A smile stretched across his face as he opened his eyes to find her watching him.

“Was I snoring or something?”

“No.”

“Then what has you awake so early on the one day we can sleep in this weekend?”

“I was waiting to talk to you.”

Seamus hated the way those words made his stomach knot with nerves. Had she changed her mind again? He stroked a hand over her hair and touched a finger to the worry line bracketing her mouth. “What about?”

“Your mother.”

“If you’d asked me to guess what was weighing on your mind first thing on this fine morning, I never would’ve guessed that.”