"Yeah?" I don't know what's happening to my voice, but it sounds rough and deeper than before.
My breath catches.
She's looking at me with that look—the one that says sheknows exactly what she's doing, knows exactly what she's asking for.
And fuck, my brain might short-circuit.
Her fingers move to my hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down my spine. "What if I don't want you to be?"
My heart slams against my ribs, my grip on her waist tightening, like I need to hold on to something solid before I lose my damn mind. The water is hot, the steam thick, but she's the only thing burning my skin.
I swallow hard, my voice lower than before. "You sure?"
She smirks, tilting her chin up slightly, her lips brushing against mine but not quite touching. "I've never been more sure of anything."
That's all it takes.
I grab her hips, spinning us so her back presses against the cool tile, a soft gasp leaving her lips as the contrast of heat and cold sends a shock through her.
Her hands slide from my hair to my shoulders, nails digging in, and I groan, dropping my forehead against hers, trying to breathe, trying to keep myself under control. Our bodies are completely pressed against each other for the first time.
I trail my lips along her jaw, down the side of her neck, lingering there, breathing her in, licking her, tasting her… She smells like lavender and something sweeter, something uniquely her.
"Mads…" My voice is hoarse, barely audible over the water.
She shudders, tilting her head back, giving me more access. "Jax."
Her voice is softer, breathier, and it does me in.
I kiss her skin, slow and deep, savoring the heat of the shower, the faint saltiness of her skin, the way she arches into me when I scrape my teeth against her pulse point.
Her breath hitches, her nails pressing harder into my shoulders, and I grin against her neck. "Still want me to forget about being a gentleman?"
She lets out a soft laugh, breathless and warm. "Jaxon Montgomery, if you stop now, I might actually die."
Chuckling, I capture her mouth with mine, letting the steam envelop us in our own world. My hands explore the curve of her waist, the small of her back, every inch of her skin making me dizzy with want.
Her fingers trail down my chest, across my abs, and then lower, and I suck in a sharp breath when she wraps her hand around my hard length.
"Mads—" My voice breaks, the sensation almost too much.
She smirks against my lips. "Relax," she whispers, her grip firm but gentle. "I've got you."
And she does. Her hand moves with expert precision, like she knows exactly what I need, exactly how to touch me—like she's done this before,manytimes before. I quickly shove that thought right out of my mind.
The realization hits me—she has no idea this is my first time. She's the first to touch me like this, and for some reason, I don't want to tell her. I don't want her to stop or slow down or treat me any differently.
I press her harder against the tile, my breathing ragged as she continues her ministrations. Water cascades between us, but I barely notice, too lost in the feeling of her hand around my cock, the look in her eyes as she watches my reactions.
"Feel good?" she asks, her voice husky.
I can only nod, doing my best to stifle a moan, words beyond me now.
Her free hand tangles in my hair, pulling me down for a kiss that's all heat and need. I groan into her mouth, feeling the pressure building, knowing I'm not going to last.
"Mads, I can't—" I try to warn her, my hands gripping her waist so tight, I'm afraid I might leave bruises.
"Then don't," she whispers against my ear, her pace increasing. "Let go. Come for me, Jax."
