CJ reaches in front of me to shift gears, then he throws his arm over my shoulder again and kisses my temple. “I never had a girl I wanted to do that with before,” he says, letting me know that was his first time going without a condom. “I’m glad it was you, babe. And that’s something I want to keep doing with you, if you’re wanting that with me.”

Oh, my God. Seriously? I feel so happy hearing that, I think my heart is going to explode and kill me right here. And I would die with the biggest smile on my face. CJ Tully gave me that experience, and wants to continue giving me that experience. Me.

I hold his hand that is hanging off my shoulder and grin into his neck. As happy as I am, I have a feeling that wasn’t the big, important thing he had wanted to share with me. Something in my gut has me wondering, but there is nothing else that needs to be said. Not now. This moment with CJ is already incredible. It couldn't get any better. So I let it go and kiss him long and lazy at the next red light. We don’t even stop when the car behind us blows its horn.

“Fuck them,” he growls against my mouth. I laugh inside our kiss. I feel giddy.

It’s been two days since the dinner at Ben and Mia’s. Two days of CJ being CJ with me—sweet, warm, funny. And so damn charming I’m certain he could teach a class on it. CJ isn’t acting any different than he typically acts with me, but I’m still waiting . . .

I know he wanted to tell me something that had nothing to do with me tossing out our condom stash.

Closing my eyes under the shower spray, I let the warm water rush down my front. I left CJ in the other bedroom to finish his workout so I could get ready for class, but only after I lingered to watch him knock out a rapid round of pushups.

I can still hear those soft little grunts he makes. Sex grunts. Yum.

A shuffling sound turns my head. I swipe my hand across the condensation building on the glass and watch CJ step out of his shorts.

“No bath today?” I ask when the door opens and he moves inside the shower to join me.

His auburn hair is messy and his face is red from exertion. My eyes linger on his long body. His muscled torso and half hard cock.

God . . . Yum is right.

He chuckles darkly. CJ’s told me before; he likes that awestruck look on my face when I stare at his body.

Makes me feel like a fucking king the way you look at me, darlin’.

I lick the water off my lips, staring at his thick shaft, veined and long. The crowned head.

He should feel like a king. He could totally rule empires with that.

“Hungry?” he asks, moving closer.

My eyes snap up to meet his as my back is pressed against the cold tile, and I nod like one of those bobble head dolls that’s just been flicked.

I’m always horny. It’s like I’ve turned into some sort of nymphomaniac. I’ve never wanted sex this much before.

CJ palms my breast and squeezes it. I groan.

“I’m sweaty,” he murmurs, bending low to kiss me.

“I like you sweaty.” I smile when I feel his lips curl. “But, I don’t know if showers are a good idea yet. Should you be standing in here? Isn’t it a lot of pressure without your boot on?”

Since his incision is completely healed and doesn’t need to be wrapped anymore, CJ can get his ankle wet. We do baths together now. It’s fun. I think we get more water out of the tub than in it.

CJ drags his thumb across my nipple, making me shudder. “I wanna fuck. Can we not talk about my leg?” he asks.

He never wants to talk about his leg.

“I can’t just shut off the nurse part of me. If I think there’s a chance of you hurting yourself more, I’m going to say something.” I gasp when he pinches my nipple. Holy crap, that feels good. Stay focused, Riley. “CJ . . .”

With a grunt, he pulls his hand away, pivots and steps back, sitting down on the tiled seat I keep my shampoos and soaps on.

“Better?” he asks.

I stare at his cock, sticking straight up like a rod between his legs. My chest rises with a breath. I lick my lips.

“You look fucking good,” he says, leisurely stroking himself. “Come on, darlin’. Come sit down.”

My stomach pinches with excitement.

He wants me to sit on his dick. And he’s calling me darlin’ in that honey smooth voice that makes my toes curl.

This is why I’m addicted to sex now—CJ Tully is the world’s dirtiest charmer.

The water pelts the top of my head as I move under the stream. I grab hold of CJ’s thick shoulders and straddle his lap. “So this is what this seat is for, huh?”

“Mm.” He cocks his brow, smirking, grabs hold of my hips and eases me closer. He drops his head between my breasts. “I love this,” he says.

“What?” I giggle. “Putting your face in my boobs?”

I know he loves that. He does it all the time. He has long, drawn out conversations with them.

How was your day?

I know I know. I told her to burn these stupid torture devices.

Here. Let me rub it all better.

CJ doesn’t answer me. He shifts my hips instead, forcing the head of his cock to slip between my legs.

I moan, neck arching and eyes closed. I’ll never get over how good he feels.

“This,” he finally says. He lowers my body, easing me onto him and stretching me wider and wider. His mouth is on my neck. “Not having to get a condom and just pushing inside you. Feeling how tight you grip me. How wet you are. So fucking wet, Riley. Fuck, I can feel you . . .”