with tension when he shut the door, noting the constant dripping coming from the pedestal sink as he ditched his clothes. He imagined all Clara did was worry. All the time. He didn’t blame her. She was a single mother, with a world of responsibility on her shoulders. But damn, he wished her sisters could have seen her tonight. The crowd loved her. All that charm, cuteness, and spunk bewitched them.
They hadn’t been the only ones. His father’s warning weighed heavy on Hayes’s mind all night. What the fuck was he doing? He had no business putting his hands on Maisie until his head and heart were right.
Leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, he turned the water on as hot as he could stand it. The old pipes began creaking and complaining as he stepped into the shower and pulled the clear shower curtain closed. The lack of water pressure didn’t bode well, but it would deal with the grime and dirt from the festival, which only added to the stench on him from sitting in a jail cell all night.
He used the shampoo in the little bottle to wash his hair, his mind slowly drifting back to Maisie. His head kept telling him to keep his distance from her, but one look at her tonight and those roadblocks vanished. Her sweet eyes pulling him in, the gorgeous curves of her body moving beneath his hands, her lips that he’d almost believed were handmade for him. He remembered her soft moans from last night, the feel of her tight heat around him. The hot water rushed down his chest to his hard cock and his hand followed. Desperate not to feel pain or heartache, he shut his eyes, leaned his head back into the water, and he grasped his dick and squeezed. Slow. Easy. Tight. Just the way her body had. He groaned as he ran his hand down to the base and then up again.
“You’re not having all the fun without me, are you?”
Hayes couldn’t find the strength to drop his hand. Fuck no. He stroked himself a little faster as she slipped into the bathroom and slowly removed her clothes before coming into the shower. Her soft blond hair rested along the curves of her breasts, her small dark nipples puckered, begging for his mouth. He fought to find logic. To remember the reason having her again was a bad idea, but he couldn’t acknowledge a single thing but the hot raging need burning through him. Still, he shook with the building tension and admitted, “I’m trying very hard not to touch you again.”
“Hmmm.” She stepped closer, and he slid his hands over her backside as she pressed all of her incredible curves against him. “Does this make it harder not to touch me?”
His cock twitched against her stomach, and he grinned. “It makes something harder.”
Her cheeks flushed as she took a step back and licked her lips, taking in his hardened length. The hunger on her face could make him come alone, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d finish that fast. He needed this. Needed her. Her hooded eyes finally lifted to his face again and entranced him as she slowly lowered to her knees, taking his cock in her hands.
“How about now, Hayes?” she rasped, tearing him apart with those beautiful eyes. “Do you want me to touch you?”
He brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “Fuck, yeah.”
With the spray of the shower beating at his back, she slowly took him in, dragging her lips across him before she twirled her tongue around the tip. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, he tossed his head back and moaned. The water soaked his face and ran down his chest to where she played, caressing him with long, slow strokes while her mouth followed.
And she didn’t stop, not for a second, not until she had him moaning and trembling and about ready to fucking blow.
Only then did she gently drag her teeth along his shaft. He shuddered, and she laughed huskily. “You like that, huh?”
“I like everything you do to me,” he growled, and her squeal of laughter echoed in the shower when he gathered her in his arms. He quickly hit the faucet, turning off the shower.
Soaking wet, and not caring, he had them out of the bathroom and back in the bedroom, where he’d noticed she’d already pulled back the bedspread, leaving only the sheets, as well as a condom.
She laughed again when he