She stared up at him with her molten eyes. “I was hoping to clean you off.”
Okay, he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he was down for it. Slowly, using all of his control, Odin released her.
Maisey started cleaning him off. Sliding the soap over his body. Smoothing her fingers over his skin. Working him ever so carefully. He didn’t move. His body had turned to stone beneath her. She carefully caressed his back, murmuring over the bruises there. Fluttering that soft mouth of hers over his skin. Every gentle touch was driving him crazy, but he wanted to see where this was going. Sure, it was his own version of torture, having beautiful Maisey caress his body—
She eased in front of him. Her fingers slid down to his eager, bobbing cock.
Torture. But it was also heaven.
His breath hissed out as she began to stroke him.
Absolute heaven.
“You are so big.”
And you are tight and hot and perfect. Speaking was beyond him. Growls were pretty much all he could manage.
Her fingers slid over the broad head of his cock. “I want to taste you.”
Maisey’s mouth around his dick? He’d be a goner.
She pumped him again. Her fingers and his cock were slick from the water and the soap and her squeezing hands felt so incredibly good.
She was lowering toward him. Her lips were parted. He knew what she was gonna do—
“Need you.” Did he actually say the words? Just sounded like more growls to him. He grabbed Maisey. Lifted her up. Held her against the tiled wall.
He kissed her. Drove his tongue into her even as he put his cock at her hot core and shoved into her.
Her nails bit into his shoulders. For a minute, he stiffened, afraid he’d hurt her. He hadn’t given her enough care. He should have—
Her legs locked around his hips. “Do not stop.”
He withdrew. Thrust deep. Over and over. His hand slid between them. Rubbed her clit. Squeezed. Strummed her.
“Odin!” She was holding on tight. Her mouth went to his neck. She kissed him and sucked his skin. Gave him a savage bite that had him pounding even harder into her.
She felt so good. Better than anything in the world. She was wet and hot and tight and her bare skin was against him as—
Bare.
His left hand slammed into the wall beside her. “No…condom…”
Maisey’s head lifted. Drops of water streaked down her face. Her neck. She stared at him in confusion. Her eyes shone with need and passion.
“I don’t…” He broke off because she’d just squeezed him with her delicate, inner muscles. His eyes wanted to roll back into his head because that squeeze felt so freaking good. “Don’t have protection. Have to…protect…”
“I’m on birth control.” Whispered. “I don’t—I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.” A pause. “Until you.”
He could not look away from her eyes. “I haven’t, either. I’m clear.”
“Then don’t stop,” she said. “Because I like the way you feel.”
Done. Gone. He lost it with her words. His fingers went back to stroking her clit. He made sure to work her into a frenzy and soon her nails were scratching over him as she thrashed against him. As soon as he felt her climax hit her—
“Odin!”
He pounded into her even deeper. Even harder. He couldn’t let go. Couldn’t pull back. Nothing in the world would have stopped him. He was surging toward paradise, and there was nothing better. Nothing but—
“Maisey.” The orgasm tore threw him and obliterated everything else. But then, wasn’t that exactly what she’d done to him from the beginning?
Tore into his life…
And obliterated everything else.
Chapter Seventeen
Maisey’s eyes opened. The water kept pounding down on her, and it felt good. Not as good as Odin, of course, but…
Did anything else feel this good?
His head lifted. Very slowly, with his eyes on hers, he eased out of her. He lowered her until her feet touched the bottom of the shower, and then he was carefully washing her. A gasp sprang from her lips as his big fingers slid over the folds of her sex.
Was she supposed to get turned on again, so soon?
Before she could push against those wicked fingers, he’d pulled back.
His bright eyes pinned her. “What am I going to do with you?”
Love me forever. The words just rolled through her mind, and she almost said them. Almost. They almost burst out of her the way so many rambles did, but Maisey caught herself at the last second. Her lips clamped together, and she stared at him in horror.
OhmyGod. When had it happened? When had she done this? When had she fallen for her PI?
“What is it?” His knuckles slid over her cheek.
I love you. This was too soon. If she said those three words, she’d probably freak him out. She didn’t want to freak out Odin. She just wanted him.
Maisey shivered. Even though the water was warm, the shiver rocked her body because she was suddenly aware that she was in way, way deep with Odin.
“You’re cold. Come on, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
And he did. He got her out of the shower. Dried her off. Carried her to bed and eased her under the covers like she was something precious and fragile. He handled her so carefully. As if she mattered.
Maybe she did. Maybe this was more than sex for him. It was certainly a hell of a lot more for her. But she didn’t know what to say. So she stayed quiet.
Odin turned off the lights. Climbed into bed with her. Pulled her into his arms. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
His hold tightened. “You’re scared.”
Absolutely terrified. She’d never been in love before. Never come close. But she knew this was it. Odin was it. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“You talk when you’re nervous. You go dead quiet when you’re scared.” A pause. “Did I do something that made you scared?”
No, I did. I went and fell in love with you.
“Maisey?” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”
“I feel like I fit with you.” A whisper.
A soft laugh. “I think we happen to fit pretty damn well.”
No, she, um, didn’t mean sexually. Though—yes. Maisey turned in his arms. “I’ve been alone a long time.”
He brushed back her hair.
“I told you that I was left at a hospital when I was a kid. I never knew my mom. Never knew if she was the one who put me there or if it was someone else. I was left, and whoever left me never looked back.” It was too dark for her to see his face. Too dark for him to see hers, so he wouldn’t notice if a tear or two slid down her cheeks. “It was a small town. You would have thought that someone would notice a pregnant woman who was suddenly minus her baby, but that didn’t happen. Maybe—Pop thought perhaps she’d been someone who drove through town. Someone who was looking for a safe, good spot for her baby girl to grow up.”
“Pop?”
“My adoptive dad.” His image slid through her mind. His grizzled cheeks. The humor that had always sparkled in his dark eyes. “He was the sheriff. He and his wife adopted me. Pop told me…” He’d told her this a hundred times. “That he looked at me and knew I was his. He told me that some people just fit you, and you know it.”