“I was planning on it.” She stepped under the warm water and tipped her face up.

“Face me,” he said gruffly.

She turned, and his hungry gaze slid to her breasts. Look your fill, dirty boy. She put bodywash in her hands and began washing herself, caressing her breasts, arching her back, making the sexy noises she knew he loved. His jaw tensed, and she held his gaze as she slid her fingers between her legs.

“Don’t,” he demanded.

“Why not?” She continued rubbing her finger over her clit, breathing heavier.

He pushed from the counter, standing right outside the shower, his broad frame soaking up the steam. “Because tonight we play my way. Hands off.”

“You’re cruel.” She narrowed her eyes, continuing to touch herself, sliding her finger along her slick pussy and over her clit. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze never wavering from his.

“Not cruel, angel.” He grabbed her wrist, leaning in until he was right there. Water peppered his face, his hungry eyes drilling into her. “All I want is to bring you pleasure. I’ve thought about making love to you all day. Getting my hands and mouth on you, tasting your come, hearing your pleas.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “I’ve conjured scenarios with your greedy hands and that fuckable mouth on me that I’d like to play out later. But if you aren’t enjoying this, then by all means, make yourself come. But know this. I won’t stand by with idle hands, and I won’t touch you. If you’re doing you, I’ll do me and come on those pretty tits of yours.”

She. Couldn’t. Think.

“What’s it going to be, Mads?” He leaned in further, the sensual scratch of his whiskers abrading her cheek, sending lust slithering through her as he rasped in her ear, “Do you want to play this out and get my hands, my mouth, and my cock on you? Inside you? Everywhere you want them? Or are you calling the game now with nothing more than a show?”

“Both” rushed from her lungs. “I want both. Can we do this now and then start over?”

He leaned back, desire blazing in his eyes and a cocky grin on his lips. “No can do, sweetheart. My game, my rules.”

He released her hand, but she was frozen in place, thinking about him jerking off while she touched herself. She wanted that. She wanted him. She wanted everything.

Chapter Sixteen