I crawled off his face, turning so I could curl against his side. Smug, I teased, “What? Get a little more than you bargained for?”
“Something like that.” His chest vibrated against my face as he spoke.
“If I recall, this was all your idea.” I kissed his sweaty skin.
“Should’ve known you would turn it around on me.”
Peeking up at him, I hedged, “So, what you’re saying is . . . you’re not the only one with a magic mouth?”
Maddox huffed out a soft laugh. “Your mouth crossed the line from magic to downright sinful.”
I traced a path over the hard ridges of muscle lining his torso. “Maybe next time, I’ll let you come on my tits when we can take a nice long shower after.”
“Hmm. A shower sounds amazing.” His dick swelled to life against my thigh. “Takes care of cleanup.” Maddox sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Once he was standing, he extended a hand toward me. “You coming?”
He isn’t suggesting what I think he is, is he?
“Are you serious?” I stared at him in stunned disbelief.
“So fucking serious. I need to be inside you, baby. Don’t make me beg.”
That answers that question.
Unable to hide a smirk, I threw his own words back at him. “Aw, but you’re so pretty when you beg.”
Fire flashed in his emerald eyes as he walked his hands across the mattress until he had me caged in. “You want me to get down on my knees for you, baby?”
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I couldn’t stop my whole body shudder at his words and the image they conjured in my mind of me standing over him, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he buried his face between my thighs.
Suddenly, I was no longer hesitant to give in to his request for shower sex. On my period. In my parents’ house.
I was no better than a horny teenager at this point, sneaking around to get laid.
Maddox must have seen it in my eyes because he stood up straight, turning on a bedside lamp and searching for his underwear. Locating them, he tugged them up his thick thighs and stopped beside his open suitcase to pull on a T-shirt. I was still wearing the one of his I’d thrown on to sleep in, and it covered me down to mid-thigh when I slid off the side of the bed.
Clasping my hand, he tugged me toward the door, shielding my body with his as he cracked it open, peeking outside.
“Coast is clear,” he whispered, and we tiptoed to the full bath across the hall.
My parents had their own, attached to their bedroom, so this had always been mine growing up. The shelves still held many of my beauty and hygiene products so I wouldn’t have to pack them when I came to visit during college.
Maddox latched the door, flicking the lock. He stepped toward the shower, turning the faucet. Water rushed into the tub, but he didn’t switch the flow to the showerhead.
“In you go.” He gestured to the far side of the tub after testing the temperature of the water with his hand.
I raised an eyebrow, quickly reminded ofwhywe were about to have sex in the shower and not in my bed. “Uh . . .” I shifted on my feet, casting a glance toward the toilet. “I need to take care of something first.” Widening my eyes, I hoped he understood my meaning.
“Into the tub, Bristol.” His tone brooked no argument, so I shucked my shirt and stepped into the tub, the ceramic cool beneath my feet. Maybe this was a lesson he needed to learn the hard way.
Maddox tapped the outside of my thigh. “Leg up.”
When I failed to move, his hand circled my ankle, lifting it onto the edge of the tub. That hand then skimmed up the inside of my leg where I stood spread for him.
Panicked, I asked, “Wh-what are you doing?”
Green eyes peered up as he knelt before me. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
