Page 58 of Married into the Mob
“You heard what I said, right?” Odell stared at me as if willing me to respond.
“I did. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you said you loved me.”
“I did. Are you going to do something about it?”
If he were a shifter, we’d have been fucking like bunnies, with apologies to rabbits, as they were some of the nicest shifters I’d ever met. But Odell was human, and they were breakable, though his particular human, my mate, had proven himself to be adept at staying in one piece.
“What I’d like to do is?—”
Odell put a finger to my lips. “If you’re going to say something other than, ‘I’m going to fuck you,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
There were so many parts to that sentence, but I thought he wanted me to put my cock in his hole. Gods, yes, let me be right.
“I want to make love to you, all day and all night.”
Odell rolled his eyes. “Did you go to drama school? Because you are so theatrical.”
“Pfft.” I picked him up. “This okay?” He placed his lips on mine, and I was transported to last night in the car, before he left to confront Stefan.
“Bed, and now, please.”
I loved my mate telling me what to do. My cock stirred, anticipating being inside him as I strolled toward the bed, inhaling the scent of his slick when I lay him on the mattress.
“Can’t.” He leaped up.
Shoot. We’d gone from I love you and take me to bed to I can’t have sex with you.
“I stink of road trip and Stefan.”
He headed into the bathroom and stripped off my robe and the clothes he’d been wearing yesterday. He turned on the shower, but I was frozen in place, staring at his rounded butt, the curve of his hip, the dark curls at his crotch and the enormous dick dangling between his legs.
“It is a waterfall.” He got under the stream of water.
“What?”
“I told you in the panic room that I bet you had a waterfall shower and a spa tub.” He pointed to the tub on the other side of the bathroom.
“Right.” I was mesmerized by the water streaming over his taut body while he squirted the plumeria body wash onto his hand and slowly caressed his skin with it. The aroma reminded me of a tropical beach and midnight swims.
My mate ignored me while swirling his fingers over his body, the lather bubbling and frothing and glistening in the light. Dellie’s skin reminded me of silk, and I so wanted to have it under my palms.
“If you don’t get in here, Hunter, I’m going to invite someone else.” He purred rather than spoke, and my clothes shredded as I stepped out of them.
I walked into the huge shower enclosure that had two shower heads. Gods, he was so yummy with his wet hair stuck to his scalp and his soaped-up slippery body that was good enough to eat. And I planned on eating it.
He crooked his finger and beckoned me closer. In the days since we’d met, he’d been terrified, hurled insults at me, allowed me to take care of him, taken charge, put me in my place and shown immense bravery.And now he was oozing confidence. And that was hot.
My cock rose to the occasion, and my mate giggled.
Swaggering to his side, I slid a hand over his hip as the water pounded on my head. My fingers glided over his slippery flesh, and I pulled him close, nuzzling the base of his throat.
Heat was rising inside me, and I worried I’d combust even though I was under the shower. Trailing kisses over his jaw, I licked around his lips, and he captured my tongue between his teeth.
Desire sizzled over me, and if I didn’t have water spraying over me, I’d have expected flames to blister my skin.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled. “You taste so good. I want me some more of that.”
Cupping his chin, I tilted his head and shoved my tongue between his lips while my other hand took hold of his cock. His thick, slippery cock that needed attention.
