His auburn hair is messy and his face is red from exertion. My eyes linger on his long body. His muscled torso and half hard cock.

God . . . Yum is right.

He chuckles darkly. CJ’s told me before; he likes that awestruck look on my face when I stare at his body.

Makes me feel like a fucking king the way you look at me, darlin’.

I lick the water off my lips, staring at his thick shaft, veined and long. The crowned head.

He should feel like a king. He could totally rule empires with that.

“Hungry?” he asks, moving closer.

My eyes snap up to meet his as my back is pressed against the cold tile, and I nod like one of those bobble head dolls that’s just been flicked.

I’m always horny. It’s like I’ve turned into some sort of nymphomaniac. I’ve never wanted sex this much before.

CJ palms my breast and squeezes it. I groan.

“I’m sweaty,” he murmurs, bending low to kiss me.

“I like you sweaty.” I smile when I feel his lips curl. “But, I don’t know if showers are a good idea yet. Should you be standing in here? Isn’t it a lot of pressure without your boot on?”

Since his incision is completely healed and doesn’t need to be wrapped anymore, CJ can get his ankle wet. We do baths together now. It’s fun. I think we get more water out of the tub than in it.

CJ drags his thumb across my nipple, making me shudder. “I wanna fuck. Can we not talk about my leg?” he asks.

He never wants to talk about his leg.

“I can’t just shut off the nurse part of me. If I think there’s a chance of you hurting yourself more, I’m going to say something.” I gasp when he pinches my nipple. Holy crap, that feels good. Stay focused, Riley. “CJ . . .”

With a grunt, he pulls his hand away, pivots and steps back, sitting down on the tiled seat I keep my shampoos and soaps on.

“Better?” he asks.

I stare at his cock, sticking straight up like a rod between his legs. My chest rises with a breath. I lick my lips.

“You look fucking good,” he says, leisurely stroking himself. “Come on, darlin’. Come sit down.”

My stomach pinches with excitement.

He wants me to sit on his dick. And he’s calling me darlin’ in that honey smooth voice that makes my toes curl.

This is why I’m addicted to sex now—CJ Tully is the world’s dirtiest charmer.

The water pelts the top of my head as I move under the stream. I grab hold of CJ’s thick shoulders and straddle his lap. “So this is what this seat is for, huh?”

“Mm.” He cocks his brow, smirking, grabs hold of my hips and eases me closer. He drops his head between my breasts. “I love this,” he says.

“What?” I giggle. “Putting your face in my boobs?”

I know he loves that. He does it all the time. He has long, drawn out conversations with them.

How was your day?

I know I know. I told her to burn these stupid torture devices.

Here. Let me rub it all better.

CJ doesn’t answer me. He shifts my hips instead, forcing the head of his cock to slip between my legs.

I moan, neck arching and eyes closed. I’ll never get over how good he feels.

“This,” he finally says. He lowers my body, easing me onto him and stretching me wider and wider. His mouth is on my neck. “Not having to get a condom and just pushing inside you. Feeling how tight you grip me. How wet you are. So fucking wet, Riley. Fuck, I can feel you . . .”

I drop my head and thread my fingers through his hair. “I love it too,” I tell him.

He lifts his head and we kiss. I taste the sweat on his skin when I move my mouth along his jaw, open and sucking. I press my lips to his ear.

“Cannon,” I moan.

CJ groans hearing me say his name. He always does. Then he grips my ass with both hands and bounces me in his lap.

Our skin is slippery and warm. The sound of our thighs slapping together resonates in the shower. CJ lifts and lowers me. He’s doing all the work and I’m taking, taking, taking. Scraping my nails along his scalp and gasping in his ear.

“Yes,” I pant. “CJ, please . . .”

“You always beg me to let you come. Do you think I won't?” He leans back to look at me, resting his head against the wall and rocking me in his lap. His wild eyes are electric. Dark blue and stormy. He parts his lips with a grunt.

Holy shit, he looks good.

I squeeze his neck, forcing my eyes to stay open when all I want to do is close them and lose my mind.

“I just . . . I feel like I need this,” I reply. “When you touch me and . . .” I moan when his hand moves over my ass. “When you're inside me like this, it's so much more than just sex. It's bigger. That first night at the wedding, I felt it. Something . . . mm . . .” I shake my head, searching for the words while breathing heavier. His finger slips between my cheeks and rubs around and around and around. I gasp. “God, I don't know, it's just, it's always felt different. Awesome.”

“Awesome?” he murmurs, mouth twitching.

“I can't think when you do that . . .”

CJ’s finger presses against my ass and slips inside. “How about now, darlin’? Is this better?”

I groan and sink down, forcing his finger deeper. My head hits his shoulder. “I love that,” I whimper.

“I know you do,” he says against my ear, wiggling his digit inside me. “You come like crazy when I play with your ass.”

“Stop.”

My protest is halfhearted, and CJ knows as well as I do that I really don’t mean it. My eyes are closed now and I’m hiding my blushing face in his neck, but holy crap, I’m wet. I can’t deny how much I want this.

I start grinding in his lap, moving in slow, lazy circles. Fucking his finger as I ride his cock. “Oh, God,” I breathe. I’m so full.

“I’d never deny you, Riley,” CJ tells me, lips against my ear as he helps me move. “I couldn’t. I need this too.”

“Why? Because it means more?”

“Yeah,” he rasps, meeting my eyes when I lift my head.

I grab his face. I want to ask what more means to him. If it’s the same as what it means to me. If this feels different because it’s love. But instead I relish the feel of CJ and that heavy look in his eyes. The look he’s only ever given me, only me. I want to believe that so badly, because I know I’ve never looked at anyone else like this before.