Then I heard a noise in the bathroom.
By the time I turned around, Maverick was in the shower with me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I cried out.
“I could use a shower too,” he said.
He stepped toward me. His third leg bouncing and getting bigger by the second.
I opened my mouth, the words on the tip of my tongue, ready to unleash on him to get out of my shower, out of my bathroom, out of my apartment and out of my life.
Instead, I grabbed his arms as he grabbed my hips.
He pulled me against him and I jumped up, opening my legs, aching for him again.
I managed to move my mouth, wanting to talk.
“I know, sweetie,” Maverick said. “You never do this, right? I never do this either. But we’re here. You’re wet. I’m hard. The shower feels good. Can you just shut up for a minute and enjoy me fucking you?”
“Fine,” I said. “But this is my decision, Mav. I want you to fuck me.”
“Of course you do,” he said.
His strong hands slid around to my ass and he picked me up.
My back was placed against the cool tile wall.
I felt that intense pressure between my legs as Maverick welcomed himself to my body again.
I clawed my hands up to his neck and figured if we were going to start breaking rules, just keep going.
I wanted him to kiss me.
And he did.
Then he thrust as hard as he could.
It might have been the best morning of my life.
Maverick hadto put the same clothes back on.
I had the luxury of fresh clothes thanks to being in my own apartment.
He made coffee.
Then we sat apart, casually looking at each other.
He pointed to the coffee table at my photographs still sprawled out.
“You really took those?” he asked.
“You do realize how risky and stupid this is between us, right?” I asked.
“Oh,” Maverick said. “We’re doing this right now?”
“Right now.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’m not sure why you’re worried about it.”