Maddox didn't wait for a response, already kissing down her neck, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. Every point of contact was a live wire. His chest against hers. His hands on her waist. The water should have grounded it but instead it conducted, turning the shower into a circuit she couldn't step out of.
His want was bleeding through their matebond, the full uncut version. But having Nicholas in the other room while Maddox kissed her was a contradiction her body couldn't hold. The want slammed into the guilt and both of them fought for the same square inch of her chest and the guilt was winning.
She couldn't breathe right. The guilt was a physical object lodged behind her sternum and every kiss Maddox pressed into her skin made it heavier because he was being good to her. He was being so goddamn good to her and she was keeping something from him and the keeping was worse than the thing.
