Page 332 of The Maxwell Brothers

I sighed, sinking a bit deeper in the water. "You’re cruel. But I still love you.”

His eyes softened. “And I love you, Liz.” He took my legs, putting my feet up to his abs, and gently massaged them.

"Oh, this is pure magic," I said, closing my eyes. He moved his thumbs down the soles of my feet and back up, back and forth, hitting all the pressure points. He moved on to my calves next without saying anything. "I'm feeling my muscles liquefy. I’m thoroughly relaxed. I could get used to this every day."

"Noted."

I opened my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I'll help you relax every day."

I was waiting for him to say something funny, and then I realized he meant every word. Declan Maxwell was nothing like I thought he would be.

I moved around very clumsily, trying to push myself up on my knees. Of course, I splashed water everywhere until I was over him, straddling him.

He put my hands on his shoulders, then rubbed my scar before cupping my face.

"You're so damn beautiful."

"You say that a lot."

"Because I mean it. And I want you to know that."

He gripped his erection at the base with his other hand. It was dangerously close to my pussy. He pressed the head of his cock against my clit. I gasped, blinking rapidly. I felt like I might come on the spot if he did that again. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it," I murmured. I was out of breath.

"Don't stop."

He moved his cock in small circles, never straying too far from my center. Shock waves of pleasure spread through my body. This felt different than anything I’d experienced before. It wasn’t like when I was touching myself, or even when he'd had his mouth on me. It was an entirely different sensation. I pressed my hands on his shoulders, sucking in a breath when I felt my orgasm form deep in my belly, somehow tugging up my thighs like it was gathering its strength.

"Oh my God," I cried. "Declan!" I buried my forehead in the nook of his neck. I'd never felt pleasure like this, so intense and striking.

Then I simply melted against him, regaining my breath. I reached out over the edge of the tub into the basket with bath salts, coming up with a condom.

"When did you put that there?" he asked, a devilish smile appearing on that handsome face.

"Before getting in the tub. I thought it might come in handy later. It was a lucky guess."

"A damn right one," he replied, sitting up on the edge of the tub. I tore the wrapper, putting the condom on him.

Biting my lip, I positioned myself over him before lowering gently. I pressed my hands on his shoulders again, moving up and down, loving the feel of him. I was still pulsing from before, and yet again, I was feeling terribly close to him, like I already belonged to him.

I touched his chest, kissing the base of his neck and then his Adam's apple. But then I needed to move faster. I needed more friction. I moved up and down, but still it wasn't fast enough.

Declan seemed to read my thoughts, or maybe he read my body. As he kissed me hard, I felt his arms envelop me, and then he lifted us both from the tub. I knew he was strong, but somehow it was still a surprise that he could do it with such grace.

He stepped out onto the tile with me hanging on to him as he slid out of me. I thought he might take us to the bedroom, but we only made it to the vanity table next to the sink.

"You're so strong," I said. He put a batch of towels under my bottom and all around me. It was surprisingly comfortable. Not that I cared; I just wanted him.

He looked like a Greek god with water dripping off him. I trailed my fingers down his abs, looking up at him while I decided to tempt him some more, moving a bit back on the counter. I spread my thighs wide, perching my heels at the edge, and touched myself.

"Fuck, Liz." His voice was deeper than before. It changed when we were intimate. It became even sexier, which I didn't think was possible. Grabbing my left leg, he kept it bent at the knee, setting it on his arm. Then he slid all the way inside me.

"Oh, Declan," I cried. Everything intensified. I felt him even deeper than before. I pinched my eyes closed, breathing through my nose, taking him all in. This wasn't uncomfortable, not at all, just unexpectedly delicious.

I could see him in the mirror on the door, his back and ass, the way his muscles contracted as he pushed inside me again and again. I tore my gaze away from the mirror, looking at him. We made eye contact, and somehow my entire body felt like a live wire, like it activated our connection on an entirely different level. Pleasure gripped me more profoundly than before. My insides were on fire. Then I went over the edge, fast and hard, and he squeezed every drop of my orgasm out of me.