Page 28 of The Maverick of the Mountain
“It’s a little cold.”
She drags her teeth against her bottom lip, and I groan. Another twitch. Fucking lightning between my thighs. The things this woman does to me…
The things I want to do to her.
That I will do to her.
Here.
In bed.
Every single surface of this cabin.
The wildfire’s hunger for Corinne will never die unless I do. But I don’t plan on that any time soon.
“I can warm you up.”
It doesn’t even feel like my voice. Too rough. Too strained. Primal. And Corinne feels it too. The way she’s looking at me says as much.
“I’d like that.” Her voice takes on that same edge as mine, and I feel each syllable in my core.
She dips behind the curtain as I unbuckle my belt with one hand. I step forward, moving to my jeans next. It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I’ve died, and I’m watching my fantasies play out in front of me. But that little laugh behind the curtain tethers me back to earth. I may not be going to heaven just yet, but I’m about to have my first taste of it.
Corinne moans behind the curtain as my mind goes wild, imagining every stream and bead of water caressing her body. Every curve. Every mound. Every fu—I bite the inside of my mouth as I step out of my jeans. You know I’m gone when I’m jealous of fucking water touching my girl.
“This feels so good.”
You’ll feel even better soon. I promise.
“But I’m getting lonely in here. Don’t be shy, Maverick, why don’t you—” She pulls back the curtain and sees me standing there, buck ass naked, my cock like a damn telephone pole aimed at her.
Her flush is immediate. Molten. So damn hot I can feel it on my bare skin.
“Not shy at all, sweetheart.”
She swallows.
“I-I can see that.”
I grab the curtain, shove it aside so hard that the damn rings nearly snap. Stepping into the tub, I damn near lose my footing when I see Corinne. Jesus. Sweet baby Jesus, she’s perfect. I damn near spill at the sight of her heavy, soapy tits. That slick stomach. The tuft of hair peaking out from between her thighs.
“Fucking hell,” I rasp as I brace myself against the wall, shoving the shower curtain back in place.
Corinne smiles at me, her hands gliding across her lithe body, every inch of her perfection.
“Glad I’m not the only one blushing.”
Blushing? I’m steaming. I’m scorched, scalded, and seared, seeing her like this. And seeing her smile lengthen as she slowly takes in the length of me sends my pulse rocketing. Take it in. Take all of it in. It’s yours.
She turns around, and my knees go weak, seeing that pert ass, slick with suds and water.
“Could you get my back?”
I don’t think. I move, taking the soapy washcloth from her as she glances over her shoulder at me. A wicked grin. She knows exactly what she does to me, and she’s enjoying it.
I slide my hand onto her shoulder, gripping as I move closer. She exhales harshly as I slide the cloth along her back softly. Up and down, along the curve of her ass, and then around her side.
She gasps as I wrap one hand around her stomach, the other moving to the hollow of her throat.
