like a bad sunburn. But the woman nursing him was fast becoming his favorite addiction.
Spreading his knees, Jameson took possession of her hips. He angled her between his legs, which meant she had to lean over his shoulder to smooth what felt like cool Aloe Vera gel with lidocaine on the back of his neck. Ahh, instant relief. Also meant her slender body bumped every nerve between them. His already hard cock. His taut belly. His throbbing chest.
Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, enjoying the scintillating scents that came with Maddie, as he tucked his thumbs into the creases between her abdomen and thighs. She was a soft handful, and his nose craved the scent of her. She thought she was dirty. Not yet. He intended to scrub this luscious body clean, then get her dirty again and again. Rinse. Repeat. Devour.
But she needed to hurry it up and stop teasing. Because every touch of her fingertips on his neck, and every soft sound coming out of her throat was turning him on. It was getting harder to hold back. He needed to imprint her and fill her in every sense of the word. He needed her to know she was his, if she’d have him. With his body, his manhood, his friggin' soul—the rest of his life.
It’d been so long since he'd had a woman beneath him, much less one as unique and delightful as Maddie. Once he started, would he be able to stop kissing, tasting, eating her?
Jameson wasn’t sure.
“There,” she breathed. Her breast brushed over his shoulder as she eased back, lighting him up yet more than he already was. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
Probably not.
“Shower?” he asked, his voice gone dangerously low and hoarse, every nerve strung tight. His body hard.
Maddie had leaned away and was looking down at him now. Holding back. Not breaking free from his hold, but not yet confident enough to admit to her feelings.
Jameson faced her, not seeing, but believing. If it took forever, he meant to hold this position until she took over and took what she wanted from him.
Use me, he pleaded mentally with the nervous woman between his hands. Be brave. Be fierce. I can take it. So can you.
“I, ahh…”
“You what, Maddie?” he asked quietly, not wanting to scare her. Men could be such pigs, but that was the last thing he wanted to be with her. She’d been used enough. Tonight was all about her.
Her body softened then. Relaxed enough that she bowed and wrapped her arms around his head. That put his nose between her breasts. Jameson started to shake. The harder he got, the harder it was to just sit there and wait.
“Join me?” she asked tentatively.
“Absolutely,” he growled, lifting to his feet with her circled inside his arms.
With two long strides, he was inside the shower stall and set her on the marble bench that ran the length of the wall opposite the generous shower head. Adeptly, he turned both spigots to get the perfect temperature. The spray ended at her bare feet. Turning toward her, he bent over and pulled his pants off. Her breath hitched, and he was afraid he’d gone too far, too fast—or something. Until she murmured, “You’re gorgeous. Are you sure you want to do this with someone like—?”
That did it. He pulled her up off the bench and into his arms. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered with mock fierceness. “I want to do everything with you, not just with someone like you. Just you and me, babe.” His own words made him laugh. “Did I just sound like a song from the seventies?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice gone sultry and needy. “Undress me. I want you to do it this f-first time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he growled as he made quick work of her pants zipper and her shirt. The lusty new perfume mingling with the steamy shower spray sent a riot of need up his spine. He peeled her out of her pants and shirt, but saved the panties for later, when he hoped he’d have more control.
By then, her hands were carefully exploring the muscles on his shoulders and back. But the soft, pert globes in his hands were gifts from heaven. They deserved exquisite care, to be tasted and tempted into diamond hard peaks, until she arched her sex into him and offered her all.
Kneeling at the feet of his goddess, Jameson took his time, breathing in the pheromone