Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Maddox smiles down at me, standing next to the bed in nothing but boxers. “I’m gonna take a shower. Thought you might like to join me.”

I trail my eyes down his muscled body. “You thought right.”

He snorts, then flips the blankets off me.

I yelp, but when I reach for them, he snags my arm and drags me toward the edge of the bed.

Unlike Maddox, I’m still completely naked, and the cool air prickles over my skin.

With my free hand, I swat his ass. “Go turn on the water.”

Hurrying across the cold room, I follow Maddox into the massive bathroom.

As he reaches into the shower to turn the handle to hot, my eyes catch on a bouquet of flowers in a vase between the sinks on the vanity.

“Come here.” Maddox grips my hand and pulls me into the large shower stall.

Steam is already curling through the air, and when Maddox shuts the glass door behind us, my body relaxes in the warmth.

He presses against my back, his naked body against mine, pushing me forward a step until I’m under the rain shower head, water streaming straight down over us.

His lips ghost against my ear. “Remember how you love me?”

I smile as I lean into him. “I remember.”

He slides his hands around my belly, then up to cup my breasts.

His groan is deep.

I reach back and grip his hips, holding him to me.

“God, Bunny.” His hands shift until he’s pinching my nipples. “I’ll never get tired of your body.”

His cock thickens against my ass.

“I’ll never get tired of your fingers,” I sigh.

Maddox chuckles and pinches harder. “You like my fingers?”

I nod.

“What do you like most about them?”

He slides one of his hands lower. And lower. Until he’s cupping my pussy.

“I like how strong they are.”

His mouth lowers to my neck, and he scrapes his teeth across my skin. “All the better to play you with.”

He rolls my nipple between his fingers as his other hand shifts, and he spreads me open, giving room for his middle finger to trace up my exposed center.

My breath catches.

Even with the water pouring over us, I can feel how wet I am. How slick I am.

How ready I am.

Maddox groans as he presses just the tip of his finger into me, then he drags it up my slit.