“Are you sure that there isn’t something that you wanted to say?” he asked, chuckling when she gasped as cold water continued to assault her body.
“I hate you!” she snapped when he stepped away from the spray of ice-cold water.
“Are you sure?” he asked, innocently.
“That’s really too bad,” he murmured as the large bastard once again stepped back into the cold water and managed to rip a hysterical scream out of her.
“Was that ‘I’m sorry, Lucifer, for tormenting you for shits and giggles’?” he asked, sounding like he was really enjoying himself, which he probably was.
Not that she could blame him after everything that she’d done to him over the years. Still…
“Don’t make me hurt you!” she snapped, deciding that they’d reached the point of no return.
She was going to have to kick his ass.
“You’re going to kick my ass, huh?” he guessed as he paused just right outside the stream of ice cold water.
“Yes!” she hissed, swearing on everything that she owned that if he so much as looked at that water that she was going to-
Scream her head off as he stepped back under the ice-cold spray.
“I’m still waiting to hear those special words,” he said tauntingly, and she couldn’t help but respect the man for his commitment to screw her over.
He had learned from the best after all.
“Come on, Rebecca. Don’t you have something to say to me?” the bastard asked, continuing to taunt her as he turned around so that she received the majority of the cold water on her back and ass.
When the water hit her in a particularly sensitive area, she screamed the one thing that she hoped would save her, “Christopher!” before she found herself back on her feet, pushed up against the wall and having her mouth devoured by the sexiest man that she’d ever met.
“Oh, God!” Rebecca gasped against his mouth as he continued to slowly trace her wet slit with his fingertips.
“You like that?” he asked, kissing her chin as he watched her lick her lips in pleasure.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned with a nod as she spread her legs further apart to give him better access.
“Is this okay, baby? Or do you want to lie down?” he asked, not sure that he would be able to survive if she made him stop even if it was only for a minute.
“This is fine, more than fine,” she swore as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders to steady herself as she leaned back against the warm shower tiles, careful not to press her lower back against the wall.
“Are you sure?” he asked, shifting her slightly to the side so that she was closer to the hot water mist.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she promised him, but he felt the way that her body tensed up when he shifted her.
“No,” he said, pausing just long enough to brush his lips against hers, “you’re not.”
Before she could argue, he carefully swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom. He loved the way that she wrapped her arms around him, but he loved the way that she kissed him even more.
He carried her back to his bed, laid her down and followed her. He was careful to keep his weight off her as he leaned down so that he could continue to kiss her. God, she felt so fucking good, he thought as he reached up and pushed several wet strands of her hair out her face.
“I know your secret,” she said, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” he asked, pulling back far enough so that he could watch as he run his fingers down her chin, her neck and between her large breasts, fascinated by the trail of goose bumps left behind.
“You like it when I call you Christopher,” she said, sounding smug as she continued to run her fingers through his hair.
“Yes,” he said, smiling as he leaned back down and kissed her, “I do.”
“And when anyone else calls you that?” she asked, teasing his bottom lip.
“I’ll fucking kill them,” he admitted, gently running his fingers from one breast to the other, stopping just before he touched either nipple.
“So, what makes me so special?” she asked, making him wonder how it was even possible that she didn’t already know.
He looked into her eyes as he finally allowed his fingers to skim across one hard nipple and said, “Because you drive me out of my fucking mind.”
“We’re going to get your sheets wet,” she said, absently wondering if they should go somewhere else before they ruined his bed as she licked her lips and enjoyed the feeling of having Christopher’s very talented lips kissing a path from her jawline to her neck.
“The only thing that I care about getting wet,” he said softly, pausing to press a kiss against the spot where her neck and shoulder met, “is you.”
She could cry. She really could. Not only did he talk dirty, but he did it really well. If there was one thing that had always disappointed her, it was that none of the men that she’d been with knew how to talk dirty during sex. They’d tried, but no of them had ever been able to pull it off.
Their attempts had always left her cringing and wishing that they’d just hurry up and finish so that she could grab something to eat and maybe catch an episode of The Walking Dead before she called it a night. Well, that wasn’t completely true. That one guy who’d thought calling her a dirty whore and a slut while he slid his hand beneath her shirt was a good idea had ended up walking home with a limp.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about getting you in my bed?” he asked as he ran his palm over her nipple, just touching it enough to make it harden in response.
Biting back a smile, she said, “Why don’t you tell me,” curious to see just how far the uptight, straight-edged, questionably OCD, man was going to try bringing this.
He chuckled as he pressed another kiss against the spot that she’d never realized was so sensitive before. “How about I show you instead?” he asked with a wink and an unbelievably sexy grin that had her heart doing an odd little flip that took her by surprise and left her feeling like she’d just been shoved off a ledge and was falling fast, a lot faster than she was probably ready for.
But, she also wasn’t ready to stop yet.
Returning his smile was probably the most terrifying thing that she’d ever done, but the way that his expression warmed as he looked down at her made her want to risk everything as long as he kept looking at her that way.
“Have you thought about me?” he asked as he cupped her face in his hand.
“What makes you think that I’ve thought about you?” she asked, laughing when his glare turned mocking.
Sighing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her and-