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I roll my eyes, pausing just long enough to look back at him.

He smirks and I shut the door on his laugh. Then lock it because I know him and there is no winning with that man.

The shower feels incredible after being stuck in the car all day. I stand beneath the hot water longer than necessary, letting it pound against my shoulders while the bathroom slowly fills with steam.

For the first time since Tampa, everything is quiet.

Which is, apparently, dangerous, because the second Revel isn’t running his mouth beside me, my brain decides to replay the drive.

Ay, coño.

I close my eyes and tip my face into the water.

It wasn’t even just what happened, it was the way he let me have control.

Revel, who walks around with that stupid cocky grin like he already knows I’m going to cave eventually. He’s always hitting on me, always pushing just enough to get a reaction, smug as hell every time I look at him for half a second too long.

And the worst part?

He’s never really doubted this would happen.

He’s always been so sure that at some point, all my eye rolls, insults, and threats would stop working and I’d give in.

Which I did.

More than once now.

But in the car, when I took control of it, he let me.

No trying to turn it around, or smug little move to remind me he could take over whenever he wanted. He just let me have it, watched me do exactly what I wanted to him, and somehow looked like he fucking loved every second of it.

That part keeps getting me.

My hand trails absently over my stomach as I remember the look on his face, and then my mind jumps straight back to the night after the race.

In his bed.

The way his lips and hands felt across my skin.

All that cocky confidence finally cracking away, piece by piece when it was just the two of us.

Heat pools low in my stomach.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Apparently, four hours trapped in a car with him wasn’t enough to cure whatever the hell this is.

My fingers drift lower until they’re circling my clit, and my head fills with the memory of his mouth on me, how fucking good it felt, how quickly he had me falling apart.

Something moves beside me.

I freeze.

At first, I think it’s just water sliding down the tile.

Then it moves again.

I turn my head.