caring? It’s another monster to deal with entirely. I wanted to be surrounded by him as much as possible. It’s strange, going from thinking you possibly despise someone to constantly craving their presence.
“Positively brilliant,” he murmurs, taking me in from head to toe.
I won’t try and deny it; I did this on purpose. He just so happened to be brushing his teeth when I conveniently decided I needed to take a shower. I left my nighty in the bedroom, on the floor. As for undergarments, I prefer to sleep naked and have barely tolerated the short nighties. I trail my finger along his bare back, taking in how his delicious muscles flex with the touch. He’s not overly beefy or anything, but there’s strength in what he does possess.
His brow rises, watching me in the mirror as he rinses his toothbrush clean. I’ve caught his attention and thoroughly distracted him. Something so simple shouldn’t look sexy, yet he manages to make me want to stick that damn brush in my mouth and suck. He sets the toothbrush in his drawer, never breaking his stare. I’m stark naked, ample breasts and eager pussy on full view for him in the mirror.
“I’m dirty, thought I’d get wet.” I shrug, my breasts jiggling with the move. I drop my gaze, raking it along his front that’s enticingly reflected back at me in the mirror.
Turning for the shower, I catch him in my peripheral vision pushing his black briefs down, stepping out of them to follow. I just make it to the thick glass of the shower wall before he’s fisting my hair, shoving the front of my body up against the cool glass. I draw in a quick, stunned breath. “Max,” I gasp. My thighs clench for him. He eludes sex appeal and his cocky ass knows it. I’m done fighting him. I want him everywhere for as long as he’ll last.
“Ever been fucked in this lush arse, lovey?”
I release a throaty chuckle, my voice laced with desire. “Depends, could you handle it if I want you there?”
He leans in, his nose trailing along the back of my neck, leaving ripples of goose bumps in his wake. His low timbre whispers against my sensitive flesh. “I’ll manage all right. In fact, why don’t we test the notion out, right after I sink bollocks deep inside your hot cunt?” His lips continue to explore, moving to kiss my shoulder. He seems to like the spot. I’m not complaining—I do too.
“You ready to go there, Max, and consummate this marriage? Make me your wife in all ways a man does?”
His chest rumbles, as he promises, “You’re my wife in every way. No one touches you.” He yanks on my hair, pulling me from the glass, and steers me inside the shower. The automatic feature clicks on, and water comes pouring out at eighty-five degrees until you adjust it warmer or cooler.
My nipples pebble as he settles me against the imposing wall of marble, his warm chest pressed against my back. His free hand reaches around, caressing my throat, his forearm brushing my breast. Leisurely, he trails his touch downward, around my breast, nearing the tip. It’s got me drawing in a deep inhale, craving more. Moving towards the middle, between my ribs, his exploration leads over my belly button to settle on my abdomen. His big paw rests there, teasing me with the notion he’s going to stop completely.
“Max,” I urge, wanting him to continue. I’m not too timid to be bossy with sex and he’ll soon find out as much. His next touch is shocking as I feel his teeth tenderly bite into the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. It sends a spasm directly to my core, and I tremble in response, my knees suddenly feeling a bit weak.
“Say it, darling,” he gruffly demands.
“Make me come.” As the words leave my lips, his hand travels south. His palm covers my pussy, fingers spreading so his middle finger can play between my folds. My juices drip with his long, strong finger teasing at my entrance. “Yes,” I sigh, finally feeling him there again. I’ve dreamt of the night he’d touched me in the banquet closet, hand bloody and so fucking arrogant. I’ve made myself come to those images more times than I can count.
With a bit of pressure, his digit sinks deep in one quick thrust. “Oh!” He pushes it in as far as he can go, holding his palm firmly to my