Page 67 of Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake

And looked at those torturous fucking panties. Stared at them for one…

two…

three…

Fuck it.

Rake snatched up the fabric like it was food and he was a starving man, then fisted his cock, no resistance left.

He could picture Lizzie, wet and soft in the shower with him, her curves slick and yielding as his hands traveled all over her. She’d throw her head back as he dragged his teeth along the column of her throat. He could hear the sweet moan she’d let out as his lips traveled down to her breasts, taking the nipple of one between his teeth, pinching the other with his fingers. He could taste every freckle he’d lick along her body.

He continued to stroke his cock, pressing his other hand that still gripped the panties to the cool tiled wall. He was so far gone, he could practically feel her hips rubbing against him, her body bent over and shaking for relief. He’d drag his hand overthat perfect ass, spanking and squeezing the tender flesh until she writhed against him,beggingfor him to push inside her. His hand would trace around to her front, gliding over her soft lips, finding the spot that would make her moan and pant and scream for him. And then, only when he was sure she was close,so close, would he surge into her.

A strangled growl broke from his throat as he imagined pounding into her warm, wet heat. The way she’d call his name right before she came.Rake. Come. Now. Come with me. Rake.

And he’d—

“Rake?”

The reality of Lizzie’s voice—herclosevoice—scared the soul from Rake’s body. He jerked up so fast, he went light-headed, seeing stars.

“Sorry to barge in, but I need to grab my makeup. I’m going to be late for work.”

Rake was disoriented, no blood reaching his head, as she moved farther into the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his balance with his head spinning, the shower tiles twisting and turning as he tried to get a grip.

His feet slid across the tub floor, his hands clawing at the walls and the curtain, neither of which offered any support.

“Are you—”

Before Lizzie could get the question out, Rake’s legs slid out from under him, and he fell with a loud smack onto the bathtub floor, ripping the shower curtain down with him.

The only noise he heard for the first second was the ringing in his ears, the distant sound of the water falling around him.

Then, with perfect, sonic boom clarity, Lizzie’s voice broke through his haze.

“Oh my God, is that mythong?”

Chapter 30

LIZZIE stared with an open-mouthed grin at Rake’s spread-eagle form in the tub. She knew this was a very serious matter and he could have hurt himself, but she was notorious for laughing at the absolute worst possible times.

“You okay?” she managed to choke out, trying to swallow down the nervous giggles.

“Fine,” Rake said, his eyes wide with horror, one hand (unsuccessfully) covering his erect penis and the other fisting her underwear.

“You sure?” she asked, pretending to cough over a laugh.

Rake was quiet for a moment, still staring up at her, before he closed his eyes and turned his head. “I think I’d like you to leave so I can die in peace, please,” he said.

“Oh, calm down, drama queen,” Lizzie said, no longer hiding her amusement now that she was pretty sure he was unharmed. Besides his pride. Obviously.

“Let me help you up.” She moved forward, bending over the tub to offer him a hand. He ignored it, pushing his way to standing. Lizzie handed him a towel, pressing her lips together to hide a grin.

“I’m sure this happens to every guy,” she said, smiling at theglare Rake shot her. “I’m just worried you sprained your wrist too, because that fist wasflying.”

Rake stomped out of the room, and Lizzie followed.

“And I’m honestly surprised it took this long for an incident to happen,” she continued.