“Thought you might have been lonely.”
“How? What? I can’t believe—” My protests are cut off when he wraps his fingers around the hem of my sweater and drags it up my body.
“Did you want to get the sand off, or what?”
My bra is gone a few seconds later, quickly followed by my skirt falling down my legs and my panties being ripped from my body.
Balling them up in his hand, he lifts them to his face and sniffs.
Gross.
“Fuck, I missed this.”
Throwing them to the side, he drags his own clothes from his body and then resumes pulling me around like I’m nothing more than a rag doll.
“Wait,” I cry a second before he turns the dial in the shower. “It’s going to be—argh—cold.”
“I’ve got you covered, Princess,” he groans, pulling my body up against his warm one as his hands slide down my back until he’s cupping my ass.
Lifting me, he presses me back against the tiles, but this time, I don’t feel the cold. I’m too lost in his dark eyes.
“Can’t get enough, Hellion.”
“Kiss me,” I demand, my breaths coming out in gasps as he stares at me with something akin to awe.
Unlike the last time I said those words, he doesn’t refuse. Instead, he wraps his hand around the side of my neck, allowing him to tilt me exactly as he wants me, and he claims my lips in a kiss that only solidifies everything he’s said to me since jumping me in the parking lot earlier.
I might not be about to admit it anytime soon, but he’s right.
I’m his.