I gave her a lopsided grin. “I could remedy that.”
“You being in the shower or being fully dressed?” she asked.
Mads and I always fell into this playful banter. Even when she couldn’t stand me, we couldn’t help but drop into old patterns. “I’ll let you take your pick.”
She shook her head, soaked strands of hair falling over her breasts and partially concealing them from view. “You’re going to make us late.”
I reached out, parting the hair to expose her nipples. We were always fashionably late. Why change our ability to never arrive on time? It was expected at this point.
“We should talk,” I stated, my smile slipping a notch.
“Okay,” she agreed, looking up at me with those big gray eyes that did me in every time.
Don’t look down. Keep your eyes locked on her face. Nothing below the neck. Don’t do it. Don’t you think about—
My eyes took a stroll down the length of Mads’s glorious body, ignoring the warnings in my head. How could I not look at the most beautiful female I’d ever laid eyes on? I’d seen her naked dozens of times, the first being when we had sex two years ago, and then I promptly screwed it up.
She constantly took my breath away.
I had every intention of just talking, but then Mads went and licked her lips, a smokiness I recognized in her eyes. A groan of desire started to work its way up my throat, and I only had one thought in my head.
Kiss her.
I had to.Just one taste, my inner devil reasoned, shoving the angel who had warned me before out of my mind. The devil had always been louder within me. That bastard always won.
Now was no different.
“I have to get this out of the way first,” I said huskily.
She blinked. “What?”
“This.” My hands swooped in to cradle her face as my mouth collided against hers. A gasp of surprise parted her lips, and my tongue swooped in, wild for a taste of her. When her tongue brushed against mine, I groaned, stepping closer to her and deeper under the shower.
I had been so fucking hard before I stepped into the shower. Now I pulsed with need.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or tame. Our kisses rarely were. The first touch ignited a fire that consumed us both. Passion had never been our problem. I wasn’t sure we would ever get enough of each other.
Craving all of her, I shifted us to the side, pressing her back into the tiles. I put my hand behind her head to keep it from thumping against the hard surface. Our lips never parted. I angled my head to deepen the kiss as impatient fingers went under my shirt. She ran her nails over my stomach, shoving at the material and hiking it farther up my chest.
“This has to go,” she murmured, breaking the kiss.
I groaned at the loss of her lips, helping her tug the heavy, drenched shirt over my head. “And the pants.”
Her eyes had darkened, turning them to more of a charcoal gray than the usual starlight color. “Those too. It all has to go. Now.” But she didn’t wait for me to strip, her lips attaching to my lobe before cruising down behind my ear, then down my neck. Teeth and tongue. Kisses and licks. She cupped me through my soaked sweatpants, squeezing the hard length of my desire.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I groaned.
“You know how much I love to make your life torturous.” Her fingers edged into the waistband of my sweatpants and paused.
“Don’t stop,” I growled.
With a wily grin, she jerked them down over my hips. “I thought we were talking.” She looked up like a damn temptress.
I kicked the sweatpants the rest of the way off. “We will. After,” I said, shoving my hand into her hair and bringing her mouth to mine again. But kissing alone soon became not enough for either of us.
I moved my lips down to nuzzle her throat. She tilted her head back, the column of her throat pressing into my mouth as I sucked, nipped, and savored every exposed inch. When I grazed the rim of her ear with my teeth, she arched her back into me, taut nipples rubbing into my chest.
Fuck, I want them in my mouth.