“Oh my god…” He swelled in her mouth as he came, his hips ramming up with an awkward rhythm. She stayed with him through each pulse of his release, swallowing eagerly, sucking gently on his softening shaft.

“Mara.” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She kissed her way up from his thigh to the tight muscles of his stomach. “I wanted to, believe me.” His heart rapped unevenly beneath her hands as she settled against his chest. She reached up and tugged on the end of the rope, releasing his hands. His arm came down and stroked the nape of her neck.

“I am really glad you forgot to close that drawer.” His chest jumped from the force of his silent laughter.

Mara pushed up so she could see his face. “Not that it matters now, but what were you doing anyway? I was starting to think you flushed yourself down the toilet.”

Trent snorted. “I was being a chicken shit. I figured if I left your birthday present on your nightstand, you’d find it later and I wouldn’t have to actually give it to you. It’s kind of awkward giving a gift to someone that you’ve just …”

“Shot down?” Mara winked as he scowled.

“I didn’t shoot you down. I was trying to be the voice of reason. For once, I was being the responsible one.”

Mara rolled over and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Well, from now on, don’t bother. I'm not interested in you being responsible.”

She sashayed over to the connecting door of the bathroom. “I am interested in you taking me from behind in the shower. Unless you’re too tired.” She walked into the bathroom without waiting to see if he would follow.

A second later, the door to the bathroom banged open. Trent stood in the doorway watching her sheepishly.

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”

CHAPTER SIX

The steam in the air was so thick he could hardly see his hand in front of his face but Trent clearly saw Mara. With her head thrown back and water cascading over her shoulders and breasts, she looked like a naughty mermaid.

“This is amazing,” she purred, rolling her shoulders beneath the hot spray. Trent agreed for reasons that had nothing to do with the water temperature. Showering with her was one of his favorite X-rated fantasies. Complete with sound effects.

“I never knew you were such a noisy thing.” He chuckled when her eyes popped open mid-moan.

“I can’t help it.” She ducked her head and smiled up at him shyly. “Besides, you’re not exactly quiet yourself.”

“Mmm, hmm.” Trent was barely listening, too involved in tracing her earlobe with his tongue. He turned her back to him and held her flush with his body. Her slick, wet skin felt butter soft. No wonder he couldn't keep his tongue away from her.

“Let’s see if I can give you something else to scream about.” He placed her hands against the cool tile and angled her forward. The position tilted her bottom up to him like an offering.

Now that’s what I'm talking about.

“Trent? What are you doing?” Her voice wavered but it was clear she wasn't afraid. Her breaths came in shallow pants and, when she peeked over her shoulder, her eyes glittered with anticipation.

“I’m just doing an experiment. I was wondering if I can make you sing for me.”

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Sing?”

“Yeah, just a few notes. Maybe this will do it.” He eased one finger into her from behind. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a long, low moan.

“That was nice but I think you need to try it again. Maybe a higher note this time.” He thrust two fingers inside this time and she squealed and clamped down hard.

“Trent! Please …”

He played her like an instrument, his fingers circling and teasing the opening to her body until she cried out in one long, continuous wail. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached down and teased her with his erection, dipping the head inside her a few times before he finally thrust home.

“I’m coming! Don’t stop.” She shuddered in his arms, her internal muscles tightening and releasing with so much force he wouldn't be surprised if he had bruises later.

“Damn you feel good, Mara. Like you were made for me. Made to take this.” He spread her legs opening her further for his possession. The water streaming over them beat down on his back as he pumped faster, slamming into her like a madman. Only Mara could make him like this, so crazed to have her he forgot his senses. The only thought he could hold on to was branding her with his mark.

“Trent, it’s so good. I can’t take it,” she sobbed.

He felt her shake with another release just as the familiar lightning raced up his spine. As he braced one hand on the wall over her head, he craned his head back and growled as he shook all over, riding the wave of pleasure that flowed between them.

He opened his eyes a few moments later and blinked through the curtain of water falling over his face. Mara slumped forward into the tile with one leg propped up onto the ledge of the tub. If he could, he would have taken a picture and labeled it “perfect satisfaction.” It was only when he pulled out that he realized what he’d forgotten.

Protection.

“Oh, hell!” He ran his hands through his wet hair as the implications of it hit him. Not only had he just thoroughly debauched his best friend's sister but he might also have just gotten her pregnant.