Grace Goodwin - The Virgins - Complete Boxed Set

There was nothing to be afraid of with Maddox. He’d seen me, albeit in our dreams—all of me. He’d knelt before me outside the chicken coop and put his mouth on me, easily coaxing me to orgasm. I didn’t have anything left to hide. And I wanted to feel his hard cock filling me up, and not just in a dream. I wanted the real thing, his taste on my lips, his hands on my breasts. Him. I wanted him.

“Remove your dress, Cassie. I want to look at you.”

I stepped out of his embrace, our hands separating, but the feeling of belonging to him lingered. Turning to face him, I looked up at him through my lashes as I undid the buttons down my dress. His gaze followed my movement, watching as my bare skin slowly appeared. His jaw clenched and I watched as his cock grew and pressed against his pants, almost tenting the fabric.

I did this to him. I’d aroused him, pushed him to this level of carnal desire. I felt it. Felt his need and that only inspired me to push him a touch farther. I felt powerful, desired, and the combination of those two was like a jolt of lightning through my system.

The dress loosened and I shrugged it from my shoulders, pulled my arms free so the coarse fabric fell to pool around my ankles. I remained in my corset and shift.

His tongue ran over his lower lip as he took in the upper swells of my breasts. With practiced ease, I undid the stays on my corset as I looked at him. I took my time studying his broad shoulders and tapered waist. I allowed my gaze to wander the hard ridges of his strength from the corded muscles of his neck, down the bulging biceps to big, strong hands I couldn’t wait to feel on my skin. His stomach rippled with muscle and I ached to reach out and trace the outline of each crest and shadow with my fingertips, perhaps my tongue.

With steady fingers, my confidence unbounded, I lifted the chemise over my head and let it fall to the floor. My long hair swung down my back as I stood before him, completely naked, and offered myself to him.

Maddox’s eyes flared and he groaned. I felt the vibration of it in my core. I was wet there, dripping even, as I felt my body’s invitation to him slide down my thighs.

Inhaling, his nose flared. Could he smell my desire?

“Into the tub, mate, before I take you here against the wall.”

He took a step toward me, but I was not afraid. Instead, I was eager. Too eager, for the idea of being fucked as I was pressed against a wall sounded… exhilarating. Carnal. The fact that Maddox was so close to losing control was even better.

“Which direction would I be facing?” I asked, climbing into the tub. I hissed as the water, so wonderfully hot and steamy, immediately eased the aches caused by riding all day. It softened my muscles and made me relax. I sank into the water up to my neck and allowed my eyelids to drift down.

His near growl almost made me laugh. I was playing with fire now, and I knew it.

“If—no, when—I fuck you against the wall, which would you prefer?”

I imagined him before me, my breasts crushed to his chest and our mouths fused as he fucked me with my back pressed to the hard wall. The idea was exciting, but then I imagined the alternative, my breasts pressed to the wall, my head thrown back on Maddox’s shoulder as he fucked me from behind, one of his hands on my ass and the other fisted in my hair, holding me still for his thrusting hips.

The thought made me shiver as he opened a small compartment near my head and lifted out a strange sponge-like item and what looked like melted soap. “I’m not sure. I think I want to try both.”

He reached for me and pulled me nearly out of the tub to kiss me and I feared I had at last pushed him too far. He didn’t entice or tease. The kiss was an erotic thrusting of his tongue and exploration of my mouth, and I knew he was imagining mimicking the movements with his hard cock in my body.

Maddox broke the kiss and settled me on my bare bottom in the tub. The warm water came to my waist and Maddox shoved my hand aside when I reached for the sponge to cleanse myself. “No. Let me. I’ve been wanting to explore you like this since our very first dream.”

Content to let him have his way, I leaned back and closed my eyes as he washed every inch of my body, from the tip of my smallest toe to the juncture between my legs and up to my breasts. The experience felt decadent, and very naughty, the smooth glide of the washing liquid almost like oil on my skin. He lowered my head into the water and massaged my hair and scalp, wiped the grime of travel from my face and kissed me over and over, long, slow languorous connections of his lips and mine.

When I was as clean as I could be, he helped me stand and wrapped me in a large, soft white cloth. The strange cloth seemed to be thirsty for the water on my skin and in my hair, for within just a minute or two I was nearly dry. If instant hot water, an indoor commode and a wonderful cloth to dry with were what I’d been missing on Earth, it would not be a difficult adjustment.

Wrapped in the odd towel, I put my hand on Maddox’s chest, and I knew he felt the heat of my mark against his flesh, despite the thin barrier provided by his shirt. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “What about you?”

He had dried blood staining his forehead and was as sweaty and dusty as I had been. Surely, he wanted to avail himself of the hot water.

“Are you going to wash me, Cassie?”

The idea of seeing him naked, running my hands over his body, had me immediately nodding. There was no hesitation from him, quickly stripping off all his clothes until he, too, was naked. I looked him over, every inch of him as he winked at me, then stepped into the tub, which seemed to have some sort of constantly running supply of water, like a stream. There wasn’t a bit of soap or dirt left in the water when Maddox lowered his impressive bulk into the tub.

Around me, the tub was large, more than big enough to feel comfortable. But Maddox’s shoulders pushed the edges on both sides and his long legs were bent to accommodate the tub’s length. The position left his legs slightly parted and I couldn’t stop my gaze wandering to the sight of his huge, erect cock.

I’d seen Charles naked, but he’d looked nothing like Maddox. Where Charles had been soft, his skin pale, Maddox was all hard, lean muscle. He had a smattering of dark hair on his chest that formed a triangle, tapering into a thin line at his navel and traveling down to a very large, very impressive cock. It was fully erect, curving upward toward his belly; his balls beneath hung heavy and full. If he was as desperate as I, he would be eager to empty himself inside me. My inner walls clenched at the idea. My body wanted to be marked by him, coated with his seed and rightfully claimed. The need to claim his seed was instinctual and for a moment I felt more animal than thinking woman. I saw and I wanted. There was space inside my head for nothing else.

Squatting down beside the tub, I reveled in bathing him, washing him and being able to touch every inch of smooth skin. He did not say a word, did not guide me or refuse me, allowing me to learn his body as I wanted. He was as much my mate as I was his.

“I am not sure how much longer I can wait, Cassie,” he whispered. I lifted my gaze from his body to meet his eyes. While they were so icy blue, I saw heat there. “I want you now. I want to carry you to my bed, throw you down and fuck you until you scream my name.”

“All right,” I replied. His words caused carnal images of us coupling to play in my mind and my breasts felt heavy, my skin too hot. I couldn’t breathe.

He stood then, abruptly and swiftly, water sluicing off his body. He stepped from the tub and grabbed the towel from me, leaving me naked and wanton as he dried himself with swift motions, all the while looking at me. Finished, he dropped the towel on the floor, bent at the waist and tossed me over his shoulder.