Page 116 of Made in Love and Blood

“I haven’t been doing anything. Just so you know.”

He nodded, that stare of his drinking her in again. “Oh, trust me. I know. And I love it.”

That felt a lot more like I love you.

“What I wouldn’t give right now for thirty seconds alone with you behind a locked door in that dress,” he added.

She grinned. “You’re so bad.”

“Hey, no sex needed. That’s the rule.”

Her resolve weakened.

Hell, what resolve?

Frankie reached over and twisted the lock on the doorknob. “Thirty seconds. Locked door. Me in this dress.”

Nico shook his head, letting out a slow breath as his gaze stayed nailed to hers. “Baby girl, don’t you test me...”

“Thirty seconds,” she repeated.

That time, it sounded like a challenge. Even she heard it.

And damn, he took it.

“Hike that fucking dress up.”

It took him twenty-five seconds. Twenty-five seconds that she somehow managed to count, three fingers thrusting into her and curling forward, and the husky promise of something amazing. The orgasm that found her with her body jammed between him and the vanity, silk pulled high between them, was unreal. He’d never done that to her before. Even her own fingers couldn’t. And whatever throwaway fun she had dry humping in the front seat of her ex’s car couldn’t compare.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God, what the fuck—”

“Just let it go for me, trust me,” he breathed against her cheek.

It started deeper. Higher. Her whole lower half flexed when it came on in a rush.

Nico pulled back then, out of the way, while still rubbing her clit. She understood why he’d taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeve. Water hit the floor. As his massaging moved lower, it fell in rivulets from his wrist.

Or—

“Is that pee?”

She couldn’t think enough to be ashamed of what had just happened. Between the intense shivers, her shaking legs, and Nico clouding her vision, she didn’t know what to say or do.

He caught her with another searing kiss.

“Just making you rain,” he said, grinning against her tender lips. “Don’t you know how good that means it was?”

Oh, yeah. She certainly felt that.

“I’ll always clean it up. And you.”

Jesus.

“That’s gonna go past thirty seconds,” she replied.

“Fair point.”

At that statement, he pulled her away from the counter, picking her up entirely and setting her back down apart from the puddle on the floor. He used the hand towel to wipe her down, helping her out of a soaked silk thong that he pocketed like it was nothing and had just shoved aside to get inside her earlier.