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I can’t find the words to respond. Instead, I just grab onto the hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head and dropping it to the tiled floor. Then I reach behind my back to unfasten my bra.
Madd’s gaze turns smoldering as he watches me strip down to nothing, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle a groan once I’m fully naked before him. His heated stare rakes up and down my form slowly, his dark blue eyes locking with mine again as he growls, “Come here.”
I move toward him effortlessly, led by the undeniable pull between us until I’m stepping into the shower behind him, my gaze dropping to track the water droplets carving paths down the dips and curves of his inked skin. His cock hangs heavily between his toned thighs, already hard and pointing right at me. Everything about him draws me in, and he knows it, too. He doesn’t have to say a word to get me to move closer. I step right up to him until my nipples are brushing his chest, the contact sending a fission of heat straight to my core.
Madd bends down, looping his arms around me and pulling me tight against him. “What did you find?” he murmurs, pinning me beneath the intensity of his dark stare.
As if he knows I was snooping around in his room and that’s what led me in here.
Then again, he knowsme.
He always has.
My lips part to speak, but I’m unable to force words past the lump in my throat. Instead, I push back against him, splaying a palm against his broad chest as water cascades down over his skin, watching it run between my fingers. My eyes zero in on the inky patterns decorating his flesh, finally focusing on the individual tattoos making up the canvas of his skin, and my heart trips over its valves.
Because right there, over his heart, is the clearest message he could send me- one that I somehow never noticed or picked out since it’s so well hidden amongst the rest of his ink.
Duchess.
My eyes dart up to meet his, and from the knowing look in his eyes and the tilt of his lips, he’s well aware of what I’ve just realized.
“I always said it’d be my first tattoo, didn’t I?” he rasps, sliding a hand up my wet body until he’s cupping my cheek. He tilts my head back, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my lower lip as his eyes track the movement.
I throw my arms around his neck, yanking him down while pushing up on my tiptoes until our lips collide. Water cascades down our faces, our lips sliding, tongues battling for dominance. We devour one another, our mouths still fused together as Madd lifts me up into his arms to bring me closer. My legs wrap around his waist and he twists me around until my back meets the cool tiles of the shower wall, pinning me against it firmly with his body.
I gasp into his mouth as he circles his hips to line himself up, the tip of his cock prodding my entrance. Chasing it, I grind my own hips down, and a low groan escapes his throat as he slides inside.
“Fuck,” he growls, dragging his lips from mine down to my jawline as he thrusts deeper, filling me up.
My inner walls stretch to accommodate his girth, a breathy moan leaving me as my head falls back against the tile. He rocks out halfway and punches back in, fucking me hard and fast against the shower wall until I’m breathless, dangling on the precipice of release.
Madd kisses his way back up to my lips again, circling his hips to grind his pelvis against my clit as he swallows my moans. He alternates hard thrusts with rolls of his hips until I’m falling apart on his dick, my orgasm triggering his own. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, groaning into my mouth as he floods me with the warmth of his release.
We’re both panting as we come back down, Madd easing out of me and settling me back on my feet. He holds me steady as my knees wobble beneath me, directing me under the stream of the shower and grabbing for a washcloth, using it to clean every inch of my skin. I clean him, too, running the cloth and my hands all over his hard body until I’m panting again, all worked up and ready for round two.
We don’t fuck again there in the shower, though. We get out and towel off, then go back into his bedroom, where he tosses me a t-shirt to wear. It’s so big on me that it goes down to my knees, but just as I’m turning to Madd to poke fun at how ridiculous it must look, I catch the heated look in his eyes at the sight of me in his shirt and bite my tongue.
Okay, then.
The two of us settle on his bed- me in the huge t-shirt and him in only a loose-fitting pair of athletic shorts- and despite the fact that we’re eyeing each other up like we want to tear them off, the two of us instead do something that we should’ve done a long time ago.
We talk.
I tell him about what it was like to get dropped off in Denver at seventeen, and he tells me what it was like here in the aftermath of my leaving. We eat the rest of the cold pizza, reminiscing about times in the past when we’d grab a pie from Dino’s and go hang at the old lodge. I ask about his tattoos, and he points out his favorites, telling me about the plans he has for more.
We talk and talk until the wee hours of the morning, catching each other up on everything we’ve missed, because even if we can’t get the last eight years together back, maybe there’s still a chance for us.
Only fate truly knows, but at the end of it all, when I fall asleep in Madd’s arms, I’m content in the feeling that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
28
I’m not used to sharing a bed with someone. I haven’t in a long time, other than that night in the dorms with Sloane, but I don’t give much thought to it when we fall asleep together.
Taking a solid kick to the ribs in the wee hours of the morning is the definition of a rude awakening, though.
I grunt and roll away, mumbling expletives under my breath- but rather than drifting back off to sleep, my wolf perks up for some ungodly reason, whining in the back of my mind and raking his claws against the inside of my chest.
It’s some sort of warning, and it takes my sleepy mind a moment to realize what it is and snap into awareness. I squint my eyes open in the dark, registering the sound of Sloane’s panted breaths and the movement of her body on the bed next to me.
