He struggled to turn switches off and on while holding her.

“Don’t drop me,” she said, laughing.

“I haven’t let you go yet.”

He managed to dim the lights without dropping her and then walked them to the shower. He set her down and turned on the water.

“Lots of people in the house, we should conserve water and shower together.”

There was no way they were going to conserve anything. “Probably a good idea.”

He reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet. From it he pulled a condom and waved it at her. “In case you can’t control yourself.”

Trina placed a hand on her chest. “Me? I can hold out longer than you.”

He lifted an eyebrow, a smile in his eyes. “Did you just smack down a challenge, ma’am?”

“I think I did.”

With a wicked smile, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her heart skipped a double jump rope and her mouth started to dry. He was so very well sculpted. Wide shoulders that slimmed at his waist.

She swallowed.

“Done looking?” he asked.

Right . . . this was a challenge. Her racing heart told her she was going to lose if she let her mind wander any more.

Wade watched her fingers move as she reached for the buttons on her shirt and slowly undid them.

She wore a lacy purple bra that Wade seemed to admire when he licked his lips. Before she let her shirt drop to the floor, she moved to her jeans.

Wade shifted his feet, but his eyes never left her hands as she stripped.

In a move more daring than she normally allowed herself, she let her fingertips follow the zipper down and passed a slow circle over herself through her clothing.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

It was hard to miss the tightening of his jeans while he watched.

Because he had yet to move in and help her, Trina wiggled her hips to remove her pants until she kicked them away and stood in a loose shirt, panties, and a bra.

Wade shook his head and leaned down to grab one of his boots. He struggled with it and had to jump a few times to keep his balance while he removed it.

He kicked the second one free, and Trina let her shirt drop to the floor. She reached for the clasp of her bra, and he stopped her. “Let me.”

Only he was struggling with his jeans and fell into the counter before he kicked them away. His underwear went with the jeans, and Trina knew she’d win this round of her challenge.

Steam filled the bathroom when he opened the glass door of the shower. Wade adjusted the temperature before he reached for her.

“I’m still wearing—”

“Don’t care.”

He was kissing her before she felt the water wash over her hypersensitive skin.

Trina’s fingers had a feast as they followed the water over his shoulders and down his back. She didn’t stop there . . . the curve of his ass was an hourly temptation.

Wade dropped his mouth to the top of her breast, his lips hotter than the water soothing their skin. Just when she thought he’d pull her bra away, he turned her to face the wall. He found the shampoo and poured a generous amount in the palm of his hand before rubbing it into her hair. He massaged her scalp, which should have distracted her from all the pulsating girl parts of her excited body, but his touch only added to it.

With soap-filled hands, he trailed down her neck, her shoulders, and over the bra he had yet to remove. She steadied herself on the shower wall. When his touch fanned out over her stomach, everything clenched, and when he reached over the scrap of material covering her, her knees wobbled.

Wade kept her upright by holding her with one firm hand right between her legs, his fingers teasing. She tried to give him more room, but he didn’t linger. She whimpered when he returned to washing her body instead of making her cry out his name.

This was his tactic to win their challenge, and as much as she wanted to beg him to do more than pet her, she wanted to see how he would hold up when she turned him around in the warm, soapy water.

The strokes of his hands didn’t leave any part of her untouched. When he moved back up her body, she turned and slid her hands down her waist and removed her panties. “Missed a spot,” she teased. She lifted a leg on the shower step and washed the space he had missed. Then did the same to the underside of her breasts once she let her bra fall to the floor.

Wade placed both hands on the tile behind her, his breathing just as heavy as hers.

Trina didn’t try to kiss him or even touch him when she reached for the soap. She did, however, let her hardened nipples brush against his chest before she moved to take his spot in the shower space.

She knelt down and, with both hands, began his bath on one of his legs. She used long strokes, each time reaching higher, until her fingernails grazed his tightened balls. The picture she knew she was teasing him with made her want to look, but she continued, ignoring his erection, which was inches from her lips.

His hips pushed forward when she switched to his other leg.

One of his hands reached for the back of her head.

She smiled, knew he wasn’t going to let her stand without tasting him. But he was going to have to ask.

The globes of his butt felt good in her slick hands. She reached around his hips, moved her head to the other side of his cock, felt the tip brush her cheek.

His fingers tightened in her hair.

That was when she looked up, jaw slacked, the tip of her tongue dancing over her teeth.

“You win,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Not losing eye contact, she gave him what he wanted, first with her tongue, then her lips, and eventually felt him hit the back of her throat. His legs quivered when she took him deeper and closed her eyes. She wanted to take all of him, but she also needed to breathe. She stroked what she couldn’t take and looked up enough to know he was watching every move she made. She smiled around him, and then dove in for more.

“Stop, I’m going to—”

She didn’t stop. And apparently he didn’t have the will to pull her away. Her lips tingled with the taste of him. The siren in her stretched and purred with the power of her ability to make him lose control.

Her knees ached when she tried to stand.

Wade reached out a hand to help.

“You didn’t stop.” He wore a drunken smile.

“Oops.”

The water started to turn cold. Trina glanced at the showerhead. “So much for conservation.”

He shivered, grabbed the shampoo, and made quick work of finishing what she started.

Once out, Wade tossed a towel over her shoulders before grabbing one for himself.

With Superman speed, Wade dropped his damp towel and helped her with hers.

“I can manage,” she said, her grin teasing.

“I’m sure you can, but I can’t wait.”

He dried her off. Even managed to wring out her long hair before wrapping her in a dry towel. With both hands on her backside, he pushed her out of the bathroom and straight to the bed. He turned her around and playfully nudged her onto her back.

“Now, where were we?” he asked as he dropped to his knees. “Oh, yes . . .” He picked up the edge of the towel with his teeth, dropped it to one side. “There we were.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Good morning.”

Trina blinked, hardly believing what she was seeing.

“Wade?” she called behind her.

“Just a second, darlin’.”

“I see you weren’t expecting me.”

Trina looked at the two new additions in the room and then to Lori, who was huddled over her coffee cup.

“Hi, Daddy,” Trina finally addressed her father.

Wade’s footsteps stopped when he walked into the kitchen. His voice penetrated the back of the room. “Mom. What are you doing here?”

Vicki and Mauro sat at the kitchen counter, coffee cups close by. Neither of them looked like they knew how to smile.

Trina’s father didn’t start with any pleasantries. His gaze tracked Wade as he walked into the room and kissed his mother’s cheek.

“Really? In your husband’s house?” Mauro spoke in Spanish.

The euphoria Trina shared with Wade the night before shattered with her father’s accusing words.

Trina lifted her chin. “It’s rude to speak in Spanish, Papa.”

“Do you want everyone to hear what I have to say?” He looked directly at Wade.

Wade placed a hand on her arm, sensing the heat in her father’s words, even if he didn’t understand them.

Instead of giving her father a private audience, she forced a smile. “Wade, I’d like you to meet my father, Mauro. Daddy, this is Wade.”

She waited a beat and prayed her father hadn’t lost all his manners.

Mauro puffed out his chest like he had for her first date when she was fifteen, and went toe-to-toe with Wade.

Wade put his hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Mauro lifted his hand slowly before grabbing hold.

The room was silent while they shook hands.

Trina glanced at Lori.

Lori looked at their clasped hands.

Vicki glared at Trina.

Her father silently kept shaking for what felt like five minutes. “You’re a musician?” he eventually asked, even though he had yet to let Wade’s hand go.

“I am.”

Lori cleared her throat and Mauro finally released.