Maddox POV
She opened the door just a crack, just enough for me to see her. And f**k.
My throat went dry.
She was wrapped in nothing but a white towel, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, steam still curling from her skin like she’d just stepped out of some forbidden dream. Her cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and wary - like a doe that knew the wolf was already in striking distance.
And gods help me, I wanted to devour her.
I leaned one arm against the doorframe, close enough that the scent of her hit me full force. Soap, heat… and the sharp, intoxicating edge of arousal she couldn’t hide if she tried. My c**k throbbed instantly, hard and demanding, because I knew exactly what she’d been doing in that shower.
“Sweetheart,” I drawled, keeping my voice low, rough, the way I kne
