So, I did what any girl would do.
Ran back to my room, found a bobby pin, and picked the lock. A trick my dad had taught me, which came in useful with these old-fashioned door handles.
But, because I wasn’t a complete brute, I knocked before opening the door.
“Bathroom’s taken,” Max growled from the other side.
I snorted, since that tone wasn’t the one he used with me, but rather, reserved for Kingston and Landon. “I’m coming in, so cover your parts if you don’t want to be ogled.”
“Quinn?” Yep. Softer tone. “Shit. The door’s locked. Give me just a?—”
I flung open the door and caught him rising from the tub.
With his arms braced on the sides, muscles taut from lifting his body weight, and bubbles dripping off his glorious expanseof bronzed skin, he belonged in an ad for ridiculously expensive shampoo or something. I had no idea. My brain stopped functioning as soon as my eyes reached the bubbles zipping down his Adonis belt to cover his?—
“Princess?”
When I forced my eyes up and met his gaze, it surprised no one that he had a smirk on his face.
“Um…I was just…”
“Care to join me?”
I blinked at him, unsure why he had the ability to turn my brain to mush, but forced myself to go with it.
“Yes, please.”
There was absolutely no reason for me to hesitate instead of pulling my sleep shirt over my head. Absolutely no reason to hide my body from him, but Mr. Carved From Stone had zero body fat and abs for days. I had regular abs. Abs ready to ditch the party early, if they kept plying me with breakfast foods every time I requested them.
Maybe it was that. I wasn’t sure. But I shuffled my feet near the edge of the tub, peering over the rim like I was searching for his dick to distract him.
He huffed a laugh. “What are you doing?”
Then, he sniffed my head.
“What’s that smell?”
I jerked back, mouth dropping in fake outrage since he had to mean the scent of sex, and I had the gall to pretend I wasn’t covered in it. “Seriously, Max? Were you raised in a barn?”
“What?” He growled low in his throat, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward him. “You smell fucking delicious. Get over here.”
He buried his face in my neck, and my mouth dropped open in surprise, a moan escaping as his tongue swiped over my neck.
“Fuck me. Did you have another nightmare? It’s like you’re covered in pheromones or some shit.”
A laugh bubbled out of me, and he took that as confirmation.
“Aw, did my Princess wake up needy?” His large, very wet hand found my ass and tugged up my shirt. “I bet if I explore a bit, I’ll find you soaking wet for me, huh?”
“Yes,” I panted, bucking my hips toward his hand when he did exactly that.
His satisfied groan rumbled in my ear. “Baby girl, you’re fucking soaked.”
He teased his fingers over my slit, coating them with my arousal before skating up to find my clit. When he grazed it, I moaned louder. The needy cry echoed off the bathroom walls, and Max chuckled.
I couldn’t even fault him for being smug since I’d cleaned up after sex with Landon.
That was all for him.
