He walked toward me.
I was too busy staring at his clean-cut jawline and those wild, sexy eyes to realize at first that Maverick was in jeans and a t-shirt.
When he touched my bare shoulders with his fingertips, chills scrambled throughout my body. They all collected between my legs, sending clear signals to what needed to happen next.
He lowered his mouth toward mine and I stepped back.
“Wait,” I said. I sniffed the air. “You smell good.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“You smell clean. Did you shower?”
“Of course I showered, Madison,” he said.
“I told you not to.”
“What? Shower?”
“Yeah.”
“I have to shower after practice, sweetie. Trust me. It’s…”
I put my hands out and pushed at Maverick’s hard chest. “Tough break for you then. I was hoping we could shower together.”
“Who says we can’t?” Maverick asked with a grin.
“You’re clean,” I said. “It’s not the same.”
“Want to bet?”
I shrugged my shoulders while I kept stepping back and away from him.
“Fine,” I said. “Let me get in the shower and then you can join me.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Maverick said.
He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and took it off.
The flexing muscle made me ache even more.
I turned and walked to my bedroom.
Then to the bathroom.
Maverick was sort of behind me.
Stripping himself naked.
I then hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
And I locked it.
I turned on the shower water and waited a few seconds.
“What the hell, sweetie?” Maverick called out when he realized I had locked him out.
That’s when I smiled. “A shower is for dirty people only!”