His mouth twitches. "I love when you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," I snap, glaring at him. "I just want to protect you. You know patients. One look and they turn it into something ridiculous. So keep your eyes low."
He bites his lower lip and nods slowly. "Okay, chief."
"And your hands are actually too perfect... for a guy."
He only snorts, rolling his eyes.
"Elegant, gentle. Like you." I snort too, catching myself. Then give him a look. "Though I'm not fooled anymore, you're not that gentle. You just fake it well."
His hand grips my hip and he takes a step forward, pulling me back until I press my spine against the tile.
"Would you want me gentle? Gentle wouldn't have made you come ten times in a row. Gentle sure as hell wouldn't have made you squirt."
The heat of the comment makes my blood pressure rocket so fast it spurts down my leg before I can stop it.
My hand flies to his chin, locking it while I shove it in the drain. "BEN! You can't say that. Not right now."
His grin turns criminal. "Why not? It's the truth."
"It's the truth, it's the truth," I echo, indignant, and red all over my cheeks. "Because I'm literally bleeding on you, you idiot."
He blinks, his face pulled back. "So making you scream from the top of your lungs and soothing your cramps makes me an idiot? Got it."
I glare at him instead of an apology, too prideful, and he finishes the last slow circles on my hand.
"So? Better?" he asks.
I pout. "Maybe, a little."
He taps my nose, infuriatingly sure. "You should stop lying, you're really bad at it."
I tut. "Fine. Better." Roll my eyes. "Miraculously better."
He smiles triumphantly. "Thought so. I know your body better than you do."
"That's true. Also, you look absurdly hot when you go into this healer-warrior mode." I stretch on my toes and pull on his damp lip.
He kisses me back, much more tender than usual, and my hand is already sliding down his body.
The moment I touch him down there, he twitches and juts toward me— like I said, always ready.
Ben inhales sharply, his body visibly wired tight, letting meplay with him for a short beat before he exhales through his nose and he holds my wrist. With a maddening control—he brings it back to his chest.
"Uh-uh, no touching." His voice comes out rough, dragged from the edge of control.
I take a step back and frown. "What? Why?"
He tilts his head. "Thought you didn't want me here."
"I want you now," I say, giving him my best bratty pout. "What happened to all that filthy talk five minutes ago?"
His eyes flick down, urging me to look where he's fully erect now, and seeing him like this in the steam, I'm seriously tempted to wrestle him.
"I can deliver on that filthy talk right now, if you want," he says like he's warning me. Then he softens a notch. "But you know that when I start, I can't stop, and this is your first day—your body needs rest. So I'm not giving you leverage when you say 'Remember that time you ruined my uterus?'"
I smirk. "I'm blaming you for getting my period earlier. I never had this much sex, and my body is all confused."
