She was straddling him, facing him, her thighs braced against his in the green water, and the proximity was a form of warfare he had zero defense against.
The clock was ticking. It could go to hell. Maddox didn't care.
His hands moved over her wet skin with deliberate possession. One splayed across her lower back. The other slid in between them, cupping her heat.
Yes. Do that.
Maddox didn't need coaching from a damn reptile. He was doing it. The reptile could observe or leave. Those were its options.
He slid a finger inside of her and moved it, hard and fast, while his thumb worked against her. She stiffened, caught off guard by his boldness.
"Relax for me," he whispered.
Her breath caught on a sound that went straight through him. Something primal took over, and he smacked her ass.
