Page 133 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“I’m not doing anything,” I protest, making one of his eyebrows quirk.

“You’re naked in my shower with your legs wrapped around my waist. You’re doing everything.”

Dropping my lips to his shoulder, I kiss a line up his neck until I hit his ear.

“Jesus. That doesn’t help.”

“Maybe I don’t want to help,” I confess, grinding myself against him.

“Lord help me, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

I smile against his neck, happiness exploding within me.

“Don’t you dare. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

“Is that right?” he mutters as I unwrap my legs and force him to let me go.

Pressing both hands against his chest, I try to push him away. I’m nowhere near strong enough to move him, and he takes pity on me and takes a step back.

My eyes hold his for a few seconds before they drop lower.

Fucking hell. This man.

Water rivulets run over his pecs before turning into little rivers running into the valleys of his muscles until they find the two deep indents at his waist that lead to…

I swallow thickly as I stare at his thick, hard cock standing proud.

My fists clench at my sides, my mouth watering.

“Hailee,” he warns, although I have no idea what he might be warning me about.

In the past, I’ve always despised giving head. I hated being on my knees for a man who thinks he has complete control of me.

But this…us…it feels different from everything I’ve experienced before.

“Hails?” he questions when I take a step forward.

I hesitate, my head and my body warring with what to do.

There’s a huge part of me that wants to try, but there’s another part screaming no. And it’s that latter part that Hayden must be able to sense.

“Come here, let me clean you up.”

“B-but—” My eyes drop to his cock again, and it jerks under my gaze.

“Just ignore it. I’ve had to every time we’ve been together before today.”

“Hayden,” I whisper.

He doesn’t say anything; instead, he reaches for my hand and tugs me into his body.

“We don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re in charge, remember?”

I nod, my chest tightening, making it really fucking hard to breathe.

“All I need is you. The rest is a bonus.”

I press my forehead against his chest and just breathe as he lifts his hands to my hair, ensuring it’s all soaked through.