“I like to shower alone,” I retort. I’m already getting cold from being out of the water. Jack was a water hog. I put a quick end to showering with him.
“You thinking about another guy when I’m right here?” His eyes are dark.
“No,” I lie.
He scoffs and tips his head back, rinsing it without comment.
For a moment, I think that’s the end of it. He’ll get pissed and leave—which should’ve been my end goal.
But then he guides me back under the hot spray. He reaches over me and turns the shower head, aiming it at the wall. His hands slide down my sides, over my hips, my ass. Then he lifts me without warning, slamming me against the now-warm tile.
He thinks of everything.
I wrap my legs around his hips.
“You think of anyone else other than me, and I’ve got no choice but to eradicate them.” He raises an eyebrow. “Best decision I made was blocking Jack’s number from your phone.”
I stare at him. “Are you—”
He thrusts inside me, cutting off my ability to speak. “Am I possessive?” He ducks forward and kisses my throat. “Am I not going to let anything—or anyone—come between us?” His teeth graze my skin, followed by his tongue. “Am Iserious?”
I tilt my head, giving him more access. “Any of those.”
“The answer is yes.” He runs his nose up my throat. “To all of the above.”
I snort. “Of course I’m dating a psychopath.”
He goes still.
Hell,Igo still. Open mouth, insert foot. “We, um, I didn’t mean—”
“Dating is a bit casual,” he finally says.
“Casual? Dating is a big step.” My muscles automatically clench around his cock, still buried inside me.
He smirks. “Let’s see… You’re never getting away from me. What do we call that? Certainly notdating.” His hand cups my jaw, then slides down. Over my breast, down my stomach. He pauses there. “You’re on birth control.”
My jaw drops. “You’re just now thinking about that?”
He shrugs. “I saw the pills in your bathroom once. But I’m not worried.”
“Why not?”
“If you get pregnant, that’s just another thing keeping us together.”
I shove him—it doesn’t do much, but it’s the thought that counts. “If I get pregnant, my dance career goes up in flames. So, no thanks.”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay. Not now, but someday.”
I eye him. Maybe not. He can’t wineveryargument.
“Now…” He resumes moving, sliding out of me almost all the way then thrusting back in. His hand is on my ass, going between my cheeks. His finger pushes into my back entrance.
I gasp.
“Did you like last night, Violent?” He kisses my throat. “Did you like coming with me and a toy inside you?”
He pushes his finger deeper, and I squirm against him.