He didn’t answer, but the carnal and possessive glint in his eyes, as his fingers dug into my skin, said everything. Mine. With a firm grip of my ankles, he slid me down to the edge of the bed and fell forward, catching himself on outstretched arms. One hand stroked down my hair as his lips latched to my neck. “You can shower first, if you’d like,” he said against my throat.
