Something’s going on. I didn’t think Heat would be gone as long as he has, but it’s long enough for me to get my head straight once again.
I’ve paced his room, laid down, and even taken a shower. All of which didn’t ease the tension swarming inside me. Still, Heat hasn’t come back yet. He said he was going to talk to his brothers about what happened tonight. Does it seriously take hours to do that, though?
By the time he walks in the room, I’m more than nervous. It’s like everything between us has changed, and even the air around Heat when he closes the door behind him is electrified.
“I’ll be right out. I gotta jump in the shower real quick,” he says, and it’s then I notice the blood coating his hands.
It should freak me out seeing it, but it doesn’t. In a strange way, it sends a tendril of excitement throughout my body, straight down to my pussy.
“Okay,” I murmur, watching him walk across the room to the bathroom, not closing the door all the way.
The water cuts on, and I can see him partially stripping out of his clothes. A brazen thought comes to mind that has me scooting out of the bed, stripping off the shirt of his I’d stolen out of his dresser, and tossing it to the side.
I suck in a breath, gather my courage, and cross the room, slipping into the bathroom. Steam already fills the room heavily, fogging the mirror.
I don’t miss any of this, but my eyes are locked on the man in the shower. The glass separating us, having him on full display is a sight I never thought could be better without clothes on. But in truth, he’s the absolute best-looking man I’ve ever seen.
Water cascades down Heat’s muscular body, tracing every ridge and plane of his sculpted form. My mouth goes dry watching the rivulets carve paths down his broad back, over his firm ass, and along his powerful thighs. I’ve never been this bold before, but something about tonight—about the blood on his hands—has awakened something primal in me.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, his face tilted up into the spray, washing away the evidence of what he’d been doing tonight after he left me in here. I should feel guilty for invading his privacy, but I don’t. Not even a little bit.
Heat turns, his eyes finding mine through the steamy glass. For a moment, he looks surprised, but that quickly transforms into something darker, hungrier, taking in the sight of my naked body.
“Trouble,” he growls, that husky tone of his voice spurs me forward.
I join him in the shower. Heat moves back, giving me space, blocking the water from hitting me.
“Not a good idea, McKenna,” he says warningly.
“Why not?” I’m proud my voice doesn’t sound as nervous as I feel.
“‘Cause I won’t be gentle with you ifyou don’t get out of this shower. Now’s not the time, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes are dark, dangerous, filled with a hunger I recognize because it’s clawing inside me too.
I step closer anyway, the spray of water catching my shoulder. “What if I don’t want gentle? What if I want you to hurt me?” I didn’t think he’d actually hurt me. Not really.
I might be a virgin, but I knew what sex was. I knew the first time would be uncomfortable. I also knew with Heat, it would be more than pleasurable.
Something shifts in his expression. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he fights against whatever’s raging inside him. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” My heart hammers against my ribs, but I don’t back down. “I saw the blood, Heat. I know what you are . . . what you do.”
His hand comes up, wet fingers tracing my jawline. “Baby, that doesn’t scare you?”
“It doesn’t,” I admit. “It should scare the daylights out of me, but I feel like I know you, Heat.”
The space between us crackles with tension. Water streams down between us, but it does nothing to cool the heat building between our bodies.
Heat yanks me to him and crashes his lips over mine.
His kiss is forceful, demanding, stealing my breath away as he backs me against the cold tile wall. My body arches into his, the contrast of the cool surface against my back and his scorching hot skin against my front making me gasp. He takes advantage, his tongue slipping past my lips, exploring my mouth with a possessiveness that makes my knees weak. If he weren’t already holding me up, I’d fall.
“Last chance to back out,” he growls against my lips, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there will be bruisestomorrow. The thought thrills me. I want his bruises. I want to be able to look in the mirror and see his marks marring my flesh, reminding me of this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need rather than fear.
Heat’s eyes darken impossibly more. In one swift movement, he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I can feel him, hard and ready against me, and a moan escapes my throat. He shuts the water off and steps out of the shower, carrying me through the bathroom to the bed, where he lays me down in the center, our bodies drenching the sheets.
“You’ve no idea what you’re asking for, Trouble, but to make it clear, the moment I get inside you, it’s done. You’re mine. Forever.”
