Chapter 46
Maya didn't even think. She heard him yell and bolted into her bathroom. Upon seeing him, she stopped dead-well, motion-wise, that is. Her body was anything but dead, flushing from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and soaking her panties, barely covered by the T-shirt she'd changed into.
The reason stood in front of her-six feet plus inches of naked, eminently lickable blue skin and muscles that had to be illegal.
Narrowed violet eyes glared at her. "Your bathing cubicle shoots water!" Spoken in clear accusation.
"It's how we wash ourselves," she said, stifling a giggle while trying to keep her eyes above his waist, but curiosity, like gravity, drew them down. ÁDios mo, he's hung like a god! Too fascinated by the sight of his large blue cock, she couldn't look away. Hell, she didn't even blush, but desire roared through her, and she licked her lips, wishing she could lick something else.