Page 32 of Kissing Flynn

I can see her silhouette through the frosted glass, her hand holding something puffy as she drags it over her torso.

And…my dick is awake, now.

“I said, who else would be in your room,” I say, loud enough that I’m sure she’s heard me this time.

“Nope. Still can’t hear you,” she says, and I hear the devilish edge in her voice. The shower door pops open an inch as she adds, “Maybe you should just join me in here.”

You don’t have to ask me twice.

Shedding my boxers in a single, smooth motion, I step out of them and pull the door open. I just stand there for a moment, taking in Max in all her naked glory. She watches me with unabashed eyes as she drags that soapy shower poof down between her breasts to the notch between her thighs.

“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath, and she proves she can hear me just fine by shooting me a wicked smile.

Stepping into the stall, I pull the door closed behind me and hold out my hand. Sensing my intention, she hands over the poof and spins to give me her back before pulling her damp red hair over her shoulder. I press the poof to the center of her back, swirling it around in slow circles as I marvel at the way her skin pebbles with goosebumps after each pass.

A quiet moan slips out of her, and I drop the poof to use both hands, spreading the bubbles around her sides to her stomach. She steps back, pressing against my chest as her fingers circle each of my wrists. She pulls my left hand up to her breast while pushing my right down between her thighs. Her head falls back against my shoulder as I tweak her nipple and her clit in an alternating rhythm.

Reaching back as she moans and writhes, she slips her hand between us to grip my erection and stroke it gently. I groan into her ear, and she releases me so suddenly, my head spins. But before I can even think to complain, she’s bending at the waist and bracing her palms against the opposite wall of the shower and pushing up on her toes. The move opens her up to me, and I groan as I push a finger inside to find her warm, wet, and ready.

“Maxine,” I groan, and she pushes back against my hand, driving my finger deeper with a groan of her own.

“Flynn,” she begs, and I yank my finger out, bend my knees, and line my cock up, driving myself balls-deep without a moment’s hesitation.

I curl my arms around her to hold her in place as I slam into her, and she chants my name like it’s something holy to be revered and worshipped. Angling my hand downward, I find her clit with the pad of my finger. Rubbing tight circles around it, I continue to drive into her until her chants turn to moans and her pussy grips my cock like a vise.

“Jesus,” I grunt as my own orgasm chases hers, leaving me spent and gasping as my knees start to wobble.

Straightening as my dick slips from her, Max twists in my arms so she can drive her hands into my hair and kiss me with a ferocity that drives me wild. Then she pulls back and meets my eyes with an impish grin.

“You feel so much better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?” I say, unable to hide the cocky smirk twisting my lips.

“Since the day we met,” she says, and my heart thumps in my chest.

“You’re just saying that because of my confession last night,” I whisper, my voice just loud enough to be heard over the rush of water.

I told Max I’d been dreaming of making love to her for seven years. A confession I didn’t mean to make, yet it had tumbled from my lips, anyway.

“No, Flynn,” Max says, shaking her head with a smile. “I’m not just saying it. It’s the truth. It took me almost four years to find the courage to make a move, and that’s why I was so devastated when you pulled away. And when Milo told me you said it was the worst mistake you’d ever made…”

Her words trail off as her smile drops, and fuck, I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. Even though it was Milo who freaked out and lied about the reason, I did, in fact say the words. I lied to him, he knew I was lying, and he told Max about it for his own selfish reasons.

Pulling her against me, I hug her as tightly as I can, saying, “I’m sorry, baby. I never should’ve said what I said. I should’ve stood up to Milo and fought for you.”

I feel her shaking her head against my chest before she tilts her head back to look up at me. “It was Milo’s fault, and it’s in the past. We have a second chance here, and I just want to enjoy it.”

I tip my head down to brush my lips against hers, and she indulges the kiss for just a moment before pulling back and disentangling herself from my arms. Grabbing the poof from the shower floor where I dropped it, she holds it out toward me.

“But first, we need to clean up and get down to breakfast so we can win this murder mystery competition.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a grin, taking the poof in one hand and pumping some of her sweet-smelling body wash onto it with the other.

We talk and laugh as we wash each other down, then Max lets me wash her hair for her, and damn, the little noises she makes while I massage her scalp are nearly the cause of my undoing. I somehow manage to keep it together until we’re done, but that doesn’t stop me from kissing her thoroughly before I let her out of the shower stall to dry off.

How is this my life now? I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’d do it over and over again just hold onto a sliver of this perfection.

Max swats me on the ass with a laugh and an order to go get dressed, so I grab her for one last, quick kiss before picking up my dirty boxers and sauntering back to my room in nothing but a towel. I can hear her blow dryer running as I grab some fresh underwear, a pair of khaki shorts, and a button down from my closet.