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“I’m going to go take a shower,” I whisper and he nods, licking his lips.

“There room for someone else in there with you?”

I nod, a grin teasing my lips and he flashes me a predatory look as he stands from the couch with me in his arms. It pulls another squeal out of me before I stare at him with wide eyes.

“Jeez, Hulk. You’re going to throw out your back or something doing that.”

He snorts. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Besides, the thought of letting you go physically pained me.”

The meaning in his words is clear and I let out a nervous laugh as I look away from him, choosing not to acknowledge what he said. He can’t be thinking things like that because this thing will end and the last thing I want to do is hurt him. In fact, even imagining hurting him makes my stomach flip and my chest hurt.

“Put me down,” I whisper, but my voice lacks its usual bite and he picks up on it immediately. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything as I take his hand and start pulling him toward the bathroom, trying to push the unpleasantness out of my mind. All of this shit is a problem for another day and right now, all I want to do is enjoy my time with him. I have to because the end is coming up on us fast and for the first time in my life, I want to hang on to these memories.

When we step into the bathroom, he pulls his hand out of mine and grabs my shoulders, guiding me to the mirror. Pale green eyes find mine in the reflection and he leans forward slowly, maintaining eye contact as he presses his lips to the top of my shoulder. A soft gasp slips past my lips as heat surges through my veins and I forget everything else – only able to focus on him in this moment. He pulls back just enough to lower the zipper of my dress and brush the straps off my shoulders. It pools on the floor around my feet and he licks his lips, his gaze traveling over my almost naked body.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all night,” he murmurs as he reaches down and grips the fabric of my panties in a fist before tearing them off my body. I gasp and he looks up with a satisfied grin on his face. When he crouches behind me again, I have to brace my hands on the counter and my breath sticks in my throat as I await his touch. So gently I almost don’t feel him, he trails his hand up the inside of my thigh, all the way to my pussy, before he turns and slowly drags his fingers back down. On the way, he grips the garter and pulls it down my leg and I step out of it.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice husky and I comply immediately, separating my feet. The only thing I’m still wearing is my heels and it gives me a little confidence boost as his hands start running up the back of my legs. I hum, my eyes fluttering closed as he creeps further up my thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot I desperately want him to touch. He slaps my ass and I jerk as he laughs and says, “Lean forward.”

Bracing my forearms on the countertop, I struggle to breathe as his breath caresses the top of my right thigh. God, he’s trying to kill me here. Of course, I can’t just tell him what I want him to do like I would any other guy I was sleeping with because he’ll just see it as a challenge. He would spend hours torturing me, building me up until I was so desperate for a release I would actually beg him.

That’s not going to happen.

Spinning around so my sex is right in his face, I lean back on the counter and kick off my heels, teasing him with a seductive smile, before walking over to the shower and leaving him on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks and I shrug, peeking over my shoulder.

“Getting in the shower. That is what we came in here for, isn’t it?”

He scowls at me for a moment before ripping his suit jacket off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. As the water heats up, he quickly does the same with his shirt and unbuttons his pants, shoving them down his legs. I turn, pleased with myself for turning the tables on him again and go to step in the shower when his arm wraps around my belly and he pulls me back, molding me to his naked body.

“If you wanna play games, Princess, I’ve got all damn night.” His voice is liquid fire and I shiver in his grasp as he lifts me with one arm and carries me into the shower, positioning us both under the hot spray before turning me to face him. A strong hand gently cradles my face and he pulls me closer, claiming my lips as hot water rains down over us. I can’t even be bothered by the fact that it’s getting in my eyes or that I probably look like a drowned rat because my need for him has trumped everything else.

Just when I think things are about to really heat up between us, he releases me and I stare up at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Washing you,” he quips, holding up my loofa and body wash. “That is what you wanted to do in here, right?”

Asshole.

“By all means,” I mutter, trying to hide my irritation and failing epically as I turn away from him. His lips are stretched into a smile as he kisses my neck and even with my anger, I can’t stop myself from sighing. It’s not fair that everything he does to me feels so damn good.

Brushing the hair off my neck, he begins gently scrubbing my body with the loofa and his hand, massaging my aching muscles and putting me into a state of relaxation I didn’t even realize was possible. His gentle touch, the way he’s taking care of me after a terrible night reaches a part of me, a part that is buried underneath layers of stone walls to protect itself.

“Okay, rinse,” he orders and I turn, leaning into the spray as the water washes the bubbles down the drain. When all the soap is gone, I face him and move my hair so he can continue cleaning my front. He may have won round one but I'm confident washing my breasts is going to be much more distracting for him.

With hunger in his eyes, he begins washing me again, starting at my neck and slowly working his way down. When he reaches my breasts, he lingers, dragging the loofa over my nipples again and again until I'm desperate for more. Glancing up at me, he smirks.

Damn him.

“Feeling relaxed, baby?” He looks so fucking smug and I have half a mind to go grab my vibrator and make him watch while I finish the job myself. It would be less satisfying, but it might be worth it to beat him.

“Yeah, actually.” I fake a yawn and stretch my arms out. “I think I'm ready for bed. You want me to wash you first?”

He studies me before holding the loofa out. “Sure, that would be great.”

My teeth sink into my lip in an attempt to conceal my smile as I take it from him and motion for him to turn around with my fingers. He complies and I drag the loofa over his skin, my fingers trailing behind it in a whisper touch that’s bound to drive him crazy. When I get down to his lower back and my fingers skim over his ass, I swear he growls.

“Rinse.”