This time he slides behind me, hooks my leg over his thigh, and enters me like that, taking the lush and scenic route to pleasure. He makes love to me as we spoon, until I’m coming, and he’s coming, and it feels like we’re new lovers, old lovers, true lovers.

Especially when he draws me close afterward. When he threads his hands in my hair. And when he whispers, “You do make me break all the rules. I’m pretty sure rule number five was don’t fall for each other.” He shrugs, his lips curving into a what can you do grin. “But I broke that.”

My heart leapfrogs over itself. My smile won’t be denied. “Guess I broke that one too.”

Problem is, the rules don’t say what happens now.

In the morning, I know I want this much to happen: food and orgasms.

We shower together, and when Crosby asks me to turn around so he can wash my hair, I shoot him a dubious look.

“Is that code for something?”

“You think I’m going to do something naughty to you while I wash your hair?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“Do you want me to?”

“No, but maybe once you rinse out the shampoo, I’ll want you to,” I say, dragging a hand down his pecs and over his abs before he turns me around. “Or maybe now.”

He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, making me shiver. I murmur as his lips sweep over my skin, down my back, along my spine. The sound of his knees touching the tile echoes in the steamy shower stall.

He brushes his mouth over the curve of my ass, then nibbles on my flesh.

And oh my.

That feels . . . incredible.

I had no idea butt-biting was the best.

But it is. Oh, holy hell, it is.

He works his mouth over my ass cheeks, biting and nipping.

A storm gathers inside me, building in intensity as he nibbles.

I moan and groan, louder and even louder, as his tongue maps my flesh, as his teeth mark my skin.

A pulse beats between my legs, insistently, exquisitely.

I’m pretty sure he’s discovering that my ass is an erogenous zone. I’m discovering it too, because I had no idea. Now I do, and I like it.

I like the attention he’s giving to my rear. I love his hands on my flesh, his mouth on my skin, his teeth sucking and biting.

Is he going to take my ass someday?

Dear God.

What’s come over me? I tossed my V card into the bonfire of pleasure, and now I’m going to give up my ass virginity too?

Also, hey, isn’t he supposed to be washing my hair?

But who cares about clean hair when his tongue is caressing the outline of my cheek right where it meets my thigh, right where it feels spectacular?

He travels along the seam of my ass, and I’m pretty sure my bones turn molten and my blood is lava.

“Is it supposed to feel so good?” I moan.

Crosby growls then nibbles on my butt again. “Had a hunch you’d like that,” he whispers, then rises up and slaps my ass.

I yelp and I smile at the same damn time as a delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain wings through my cells. “You did? How did you know?”

Lips land on my shoulder. Hands slide up my stomach, traveling to my breasts. Firm arms cage me in. “Because you loved when I played with your ass last night while I went down on you,” he whispers. “When I squeezed you hard as I ate your pussy.”

A shudder rips through me, igniting an intense, powerful wave of sparks. Like fire shooting through my veins.

I gasp, aching for him. “Can you do that again? Knead my ass as you finger me? I think I’ll love that too.”

His teeth land on my neck, possessive and hungry, chased with a groan that sounds like it was ripped from his chest. “I love how you ask for what you want, Nadia. You’re so damn bold. It turns me on so much. Everything about you turns me on,” he rasps, pushing his cock against my ass, the hard length of him pressing against my cheeks.

“I like asking you for what I want. I love that I can,” I say, opening up to him in yet another way.

I shudder against him, then he lets go of me, spins me around, and meets my gaze. His eyes darken to midnight blue, shimmering with wild arousal. “You can ask me for anything. I want you to. I want to give it to you.”

“Thank you.” I loop my arms around his neck. “I mean it. I’ve had all these desires, all these wants. And to act on them with you . . .” My voice catches, and I’m not entirely sure how to finish. We’re talking about sex, but we’re also talking about intimacy.

True and real intimacy.

That’s what I feel with Crosby.

Dipping his face, he drops his lips to my jaw, bites me, then pulls back. “I want you to share them with me. Your desires. Your wants,” he says, his tone edging toward desperate. He sounds as lost as I feel. “Share them anytime. I’ll give them to you.”

I shake with the emotions and lust surging through me all at once, twining together like strands of a rope. “I will.”

“Good,” he says, low and smoky. “Now, let me give you what you asked for.”

He backs me into the shower wall, dragging one hand down my body to glide between my legs while the other snakes around to my ass.

Panting, I rock my hips, seeking out his touch in an act of sheer desperation. His fingers connect with me in a burst of heat. The fire in me licks higher, burns brighter.

He works me over, stroking my clit, squeezing my ass, then slamming those lips to mine.

I’m hemmed in by desire, by the sweet torment of touch everywhere. Of the way he drives mad pleasure through me, and the way I need it, crave it.

Lust claws at me.

I feel out of control, wild and animalistic.

I feel like I’m losing my mind. Losing my reason, my logic, my inhibitions.

I feel like I never want any of them back.

As he crushes his lips to mine, thrusts his fingers inside me, sweeps his thumb across my clit, and grabs my ass, I nearly die of bliss.

My climax seizes me, taking hold of my body, my mind.

It shakes me to my bones. He breaks the kiss, and I cry out, gasping his name, God’s name, every name.

I don’t even know what I’m saying.

I’m only feeling.

Feeling ecstasy vibrating from my core out through every cell.

At some point, who knows when, we separate, and I am a noodle.

A spent noodle.

I blink up at him, and he stares at me with a new intensity in his dark-blue eyes.

Yes, that was intense.

But it was intense because I trust him. Because he’s discovering me. We’re discovering how we are together.

He swallows roughly, his eyes flickering with passion. “What have you done to me?”

My throat tightens with emotion, with the need to touch him, to be touched. “What have you done to me?”

He shakes his head, maybe in disbelief, then he dips his face near my ear, brushing his cheek against mine. “Need to get close to you right now, sweetheart. Want to be inside you.”

Desire squeezes my chest. “Yes. Please. God, yes.”

He steps out of the shower, grabs a condom, and returns to me.

The water still beats down on us as he slides the condom on his cock, wraps my leg around his hip, and tells me to hold on.

Then he slides into me.

We gasp at the same time.