My God. She looked like Venus rising from the water as she stepped into the tub. Her long runner’s legs flexed as the water swirled and rose around her calves.

My eyes bulged as she turned to face me again, perfect breasts jutting proudly towards me with delicious pink tips. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat. “Are you coming?” She quirked an eyebrow and lowered herself into the water, sinking below the surface until the water just lapped over the top of her breasts.

My mouth went dry, and my voice abandoned me. I felt fifteen again like a jittery, nervous teenager with my crush offering herself to me.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, my eyes widening as my brain finally slammed into gear. Ripping my shirt over my head, I unbuckled my belt and paused. Remembering my condition, I looked down. Will she accept me?

“Liam?”

“I… I can’t.” The thought of sharing my secret made my blood run cold.

“Liam, what’s wrong?” Maggie’s eyes were wide and dilated with desire. I could see myself reflected in them. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was so afraid of being rejected again.

“I…” I closed my mouth with an audible click. It was now or never. I untied my boots and stepped out of my pants where they fell to the floor, a puddle of black fabric.

Standing there, I watched Maggie’s face for a reaction. From just below the left knee, my leg is made up of rubber and steel. There, I’m nothing more than a high-tech bionic leg, courtesy of a roadside bomb in Afghanistan. Jeannie couldn’t take it. She’d left me for another man, a whole man, before I’d even made it back to the states. I’d never shown it to another.

“Oh, Liam.” She sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She held her hand out to me. “Come here.” She knelt down and ran her hand down my thigh, over the rubber cup my stump rested in, and along the steel shaft of the leg. “It’s so powerful.” She looked up at me from where she crouched. “Just like you.”

In an instant I had my leg off and was sliding into the water behind her, gently settling her between my legs, her head leaning back on my chest. “Are you sure?” I felt my voice vibrating beneath her as my arms wrapped around her waist to settle on her hips.

Her skin was smooth, silky, her body half hidden beneath the bubbles. She purred, leaning back into me, and rubbed her hands along both my legs. “I’m sure.”

I pressed her forward and started to massage her shoulders, carefully avoiding her barely healed wound. I worked the stiffness from her muscles and the knots from along her spine. My fingers trailed down her back to just above the dimples in her rounded rear.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned out, her head falling forward. Red hair flowed forward, blocking her face. I could feel the tension draining at my touch.

After a few minutes, my movements became more sensuous. My hands drifted to the crack in her ass, around her hips to her flat belly, and up to those breasts I had been dying to feel in my hands.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I didn’t want Maggie to feel pressured. This was a big jump from our friendly flirtation and fleeting touches.

She spun in the water and lifted her head, looking me straight in the eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.” She climbed into my lap, straddling me, a put her hands on my shoulders. Bending her head, she took my mouth with hers, branding me with her kiss.

This woman totally blew my mind. Strong and confident, she didn’t need me to make her whole. She was in command of her life, but we complimented each other. We fit better than I had with any other woman. She made my relationship with Jeannie look like a high school flirtation.

My brain short-circuited, and my need took over. “Maggie, God,” I ground out as she commandeered my mouth once again. Her tongue licked the seam of my lips before delving in. Her teeth nipped at my jawline before coming back to kiss me again.

I was practically out of my mind with want. I had grown so hard I was afraid I was going to explode. My heart pounded, and my head spun so fast I could barely gasp out, “protection?”

She drew back for just a moment, chest heaving “I’m clean and on birth control. You?”

“I’m clean,” I said, nodding furiously, just wanting to feel her against me again. The separation from her physically hurt.

And she dove in again. This time I matched her in passion, no longer a passive participant. We were two consenting adults, and I was crazy about her. I sat up and gripped her hips, rotating mine into her, my shaft rubbing against the cleft between her legs. The friction sent zips of energy spiraling through me.

“God, Liam.” She rode me faster, her heat combining with mine until I thought we were going to combust.

“I need you,” I gasped, gripping her hips more firmly, trying to hold her still. “I need to be inside you.”

She rose up on her knees and I slid down her wetness until I was poised at her opening.

“Are you sure?” I asked one more time, praying she hadn’t changed her mind.

In response, she impaled herself on me, taking me to the hilt in one thrust. “Oh, God!” I shouted. The sounds of us coming together echoed around the bathroom.

She started to ride me in earnest, rising and falling, sliding up and down my shaft in a steady rhythm. She threw her head back and made tiny moaning and mewling noises every time she seated herself on me. Our pelvises slammed together. Her tight channel gripped me, pulling my release closer and closer with each thrust.

“Maggie! Jesus, MAGGIE!” I lost it, coming in waves, exploding inside her as she rode me. My vision filled with her perfect breasts, the delicate curve of her neck, her vibrant green eyes, and curly red hair in a radiant cloud around her.

“Liam, I’m coming!” My release, which had been waning, suddenly hit me full force again as she began to spasm around me. The crest of her orgasm peaked right before my eyes. I swear I could see a light shining from her as we came together and collapsed in the cooling water.

Maggie slumped on my chest, still connected, as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. Our hearts beat in perfect rhythm.