He opened the shower door and flicked on the hot water, noting the long marble bench along the side.
She looked at it with need. “Oh, thank you.”
“You bet.” He set her back on her feet and tore the dress off her, revealing her stunning body. Full breasts, smooth pussy, all his.
She took a step back. “Now, wait a minute.” Desire and something else glowed in her eyes. Caution? It was way too late for that.
He slowly removed his shirt and bloody pants before kicking off his boots. “Get in the shower, Leah.” He watched the struggle inside her and fought a smile. The woman definitely wanted to get into that warm steam, but she also couldn’t let herself obey. “I tried,” he rumbled, instantly picking her up and walking into the shower with her.
The warm water hit them both, and she groaned, throwing her head back. He let her slide down his hard body, and her breath quickened against him.
“Turn around.” He ducked her completely under the spray. For once, she obeyed. He reached for the shampoo on the wall and liberally washed her hair before rinsing it. Using the conditioner, he caressed her scalp, and she softly moaned.
When she turned around, hunger glinted in her eyes.
He ducked his head and washed the dirt and blood off his hair and body. “Sit down,” he ordered.
Surprisingly, she sat on the wide bench, looking like sin covered by steam.
He knelt, lifting her feet. “How badly are you hurt?”
“Not bad, just dirty.”
He gently washed her feet, noting the scratches on the bottoms of each sole. They’d heal quickly, but he had to admire how tough she’d been as they ran through tunnels and down filthy avenues. She hadn’t complained once.
He cleaned both her feet and then kissed the arch of her foot. She giggled. He looked up. It was the first time he’d ever heard her giggle. He tickled her other foot, and she made the sound again.
Very nice. He’d spend a lifetime making her give him that sound.
She slapped his head while steam rose around them, cocooning them in their own little world.
On his knees, he was as tall as she was while sitting on the bench. He grasped her hair and leaned in to kiss her, molding his lips to her softer ones. She returned the kiss, easing something deep inside him.
Her hands flattened against his shoulders, and she leaned back to stare at him, her eyes fathomless pools of everything he’d ever want. “Jasper? We have to get a couple of things straight.”
“I agree. From now on, you do what I tell you to do. I promise I only have your safety in mind.” He tried not to use the wordobeyagain because he really didn’t want this to turn into a lesson. They needed each other too much right now.
She smiled, and the sight was adorable. “I’m not the obedient type. Sorry.”
“Let’s change that.” He swiftly stood and lifted her so he could take her seat before flattening her face down over his knees.
“Hey,” she said, giggling more.
God, he fucking loved that sound. He brought his wet hand down on her equally wet ass, and the sound echoed through the steam-filled room.
“Jasper,” she protested, kicking out and laughing again.
“Tell me you’re going to obey.” Yep, he had to use the word.
“Not in a million years.” She tried to swing out with one arm, but he pinned it at the small of her back. Even so, she giggled some more. “Jasper, I mean it. Let me go.”
Ah. There was the problem. “I’m never letting you go.” He spanked her five more times—hard—and she stopped laughing. “I’m not joking.” He noted the brand in the center of her lower back where he’d put it before. The mark had faded over the years. He didn’t like that at all. “Tell me you understand.”
“I think you should stop.”
He smacked her again.
“Fine. I understand,” she murmured.
