Page 147 of Falling Stars

“It’s a surprise. I can show you tomorrow.”

I smile and reach for the body wash. “I can’t wait.”

We take turns soaping each other up and laughing when webump into the walls. It’s tough not to moan when his big, rough palms smooth over my breasts and down between my legs.

He groans as he skates his hands over my ass. “I’d bend you over right here, but I’m afraid we’ll crash through these walls.”

“It’ll be worth the wait.” I turn so he can wash my hair.

After he rinses me off, he tries to use soap on his own.

“Maverick Walker, I’m a hairstylist, for God’s sake. If you use body wash on your hair, you’re in trouble. Here. Use my shampoo.”

I give him a mohawk of bubbles and, as he’s rinsing off, the water starts to get cold.

“Yikes.” I squeal and reach for a towel. He turns off the water and gets out, but before I can hand him a towel, he’s turned me around and plopped me on the counter.

“Bay, I like getting you wet.”

I open my towel and let him stand between my thighs. “I’m wet right now.”

“Yeah?” He takes his hard dick and runs it against my pussy. “Baby. This for me?”

“Yes.” Using my legs, I pull him closer.

He lets out a curse and pulls away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any condoms. They’re in my other bag, which is in the main house.”

I nibble my bottom lip. “Do we need a condom?”

His eyes go hot. “Worst-case scenario? We have more babies. I’m down if you are.”

I smile. “Having more babies doesn’t scare you?”

His thumb gently grazes my cheek. “Not if you’re my wife.”

I freeze. “Wife?” Holy shit. What? I have to take a deep breath to calm down. Because hell, yes, I want to be his wife.

He chuckles. “To be clear, this isn’t a proposal. I’ll do that right when the time comes. Assuming that’s what you want.”

Unable to contain my huge grin, I grab his handsome face. “I guess you could talk me into it.”

He laughs again. “I love you, Baylee. I’m going to make up for all the lost time. For all the things we didn’t get to do together.”

“I love you too. So much.” I kiss him. “And Mav, you don’t need to feel bad or guilty about the past. When Leo went missing, I realized I’d go through anything to get him back. If you and I had dated in high school, I wouldn’t have my son, and Leo means the world to me. So maybe it’s better we grew up a little before we got together.”

Mav’s eyes soften. “I love you and Leo. I promise I’ll always put you two first.”

As I stare at my best friend, I feel like I’ve come home.

He threads his fingers in my hair and angles my mouth to meet his. I grip his broad shoulders, careful to not squeeze the side that was injured.

We kiss as his erection presses against my belly. Leaning back, I get a good look at him.

Water drips down his neck. Down his muscled chest. Down his ribbed stomach.

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