It was too intimate a thought to even say aloud, so I stared mutely at him as his hand reached between my thighs. A frown formed on his face, and his head tilted to the side as he brought it closer.
“Problem?” My voice was breathy, but a smug satisfaction shone through. It was clear he was in over his head.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a string?” he mused.
My face flamed, even as the illusion of his inexperience in this arena was shattered, and jealousy gripped me.
“Done this before?” I gritted out.
“Hardly,” he deadpanned. “Or else I would have finished the job by now.”
“Why don’t you let me handle it, then? Wouldn’t want to ruin your delicate male sensibilities.”
Irritation marred his handsome face. “Don’t think pissing me off is going to make me want to fuck you any less. It’ll only be more rough than I initially planned.”
The thought of rough sex had my knees threatening to buckle, which wasn’t exactly a good thing, considering my weight was currently supported on a single leg.
Maddox went back to his visual inspection between my thighs as steam filled the small room. “I can do it. If I can just find the damn string!” Frustration laced those final words.
Leaning against the shower wall, I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him as I confessed, “It’s inside.”
His confusion was audible. “What do you mean it’s inside?”
I blew out a breath, certain I would die of embarrassment at any moment. “I tucked it inside.”
“Why in the world would you do that?”
“Because I don’t like the string shifting around every time I walk, okay?” My defense came out harsher than I expected, my voice raising.
“Okay, then.”
Maddox stopped asking questions, slipping a finger inside me and hooking the string. He tugged gently, meeting resistance, so he used more force until I felt the tampon dislodge and slide free.
The rattling of the trash can reached my ears a split second before the water spit out in a steady stream from the showerhead, warming my bare skin. Fingers gripped my chin, and I forced my eyes open.
Maddox stood gloriously naked before me, steam rising around him as water cascaded over his shoulders and down his muscled chest. The man could have easily passed for a Greek god, and somehow, he’d set his sights on me.
“You good?” His eyes searched mine.
My hands came up to splay across his abs, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Just my first time doing this,” I admitted.
A devilish grin curved on his face. “Shower sex?”
I shot him a glare. “No. Not shower sex.”
“Just checking.” He smirked before dropping his head to pepper kisses along my neck until I sighed, becoming putty in his hands. “I want the rest of your firsts, Bristol. Every last one of them.”
Even as my blood heated beneath his touch, he found a way to speak directly to my heart, reminding me that he was in love with me. He’d made it so very easy to fall for him.
“Then take it,” I breathed out.
“That’s my girl.” Maddox groaned as his hands slid over my ass to grip the back of my thighs, lifting me with ease.
A shriek left my lips when my back was pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall. I tried to arch away, but his body pinned me there, his hips nestled between my thighs, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance.
“You ready?” I could barely make out his low, husky voice over the rushing water.
