put my finger in the pin with the option to pull. I don’t see that playing to his advantage from any angle unless he thinks he can manipulate me into keeping our secret.
Or maybe confessing is exactly what he wants me to do.
Maybe that’s his motive.
The man is a walking mindfuck.
I’m in the midst of rinsing out my conditioner when a sudden but distinct electricity spikes my awareness.
Clearing my eyes, I peer through the glass door and spot Tobias standing just outside of it, gloriously naked while unmistakable thirst is evident in his expression. The second our eyes connect, all my thoughts fall away as my libido takes the wheel.
Might as well enjoy hell together.
He opens the door and steps in, just as I reach for him and our mouths collide. His kiss is ruthless, his tongue delving into every corner of my hungry mouth, and I return it with equal fervor. In seconds he’s inside of me, his mouth latched to my neck as he furiously fucks me against the heated tiles until I go limp in his arms just before he jerks his hips and stills, emptying inside of me. “Putain. Putain. You feel so fucking good,” he rasps, just before he draws my lips into a dizzying kiss. I drag my nails down his back and through his hair when he jerks away from my touch. It’s then I see that his hair is soaked, and it’s not from the shower spray. A drop of crimson hits his shoulder and I gasp when I realize he’s bleeding.
“What in the hell? You’re hurt!”
I raise on my toes to inspect the wound and he gently pushes me away.
“I’m all right.”
“You’re bleeding. Tobias, this looks bad.”
He reverses us, the water hitting his scalp and coming out tinged with pink between our feet at the drain. He runs his hand through his hair as I struggle with him to get a closer look.
“What happened?” I battle with him until finally he relents, sitting on the shower bench so I can inspect him. The inch-long gash at his crown could use a stitch or three.
“You need stitches.”
“It will heal.”
Once he’s rinsed off, he follows me out of the shower and stumbles before bracing himself on the counter.
His eyes close as he pales.
“You’ve lost too much blood.”
He chews his lip with his teeth. “I’m good.”
“Sit down. Now.”
“I’m fine.”
“If you pass out and crack your head, I will leave you to die.”
“No, you won’t, that’s not who you are.” He grips my hand and glances at me, his smile faint.
“Sit the hell down.”
He does as I do my best to towel him off.
It takes every bit of strength I have not to press my lips to his skin as I do.
That’s affection, and maybe it’s his helplessness that has me wanting to do something so intimate.
I bat that notion away Louisville Slugger style. I’ve shown him enough kindness by tending to him.
I will not be the fool again.
He watches my every move as I pat the water from his body before ordering him to sit on the edge of my bed.
“You think fucking me was smart, considering?”
“I think fucking you was worth the added headache you’re giving me.”
I roll my eyes as he tries to pull me into his lap.
“Tobias, you’re seconds away from passing out. Stop, you’re white as a sheet.”
He shrugs. “Better than having one draped over me.”
“That’s debatable.”
I don’t miss his grin. “Maybe you don’t hate me so much anymore.”
“Not debatable.”
I collect his clothes from my floor and see the collar of his shirt is covered in blood, along with the back of his suit jacket.
“How long have you been freely bleeding? You’ve lost a lot.”
He nods toward his clothes. “Burn them.”
“I’m afraid my incinerator is on the fritz.” I bite my lips to stifle my laugh.
He rolls his eyes. “Bag them. I’ll take them with me.”
I lift the clothes in jest. “So, this is all covered in incriminating DNA, all I need to take you down, huh?”
Nothing about that amuses him.
“I’m joking.”
He’s not.
“You already have all you need to take me down.”
We stare off, his newest confession throwing me until he winces.
I cock my hip and palm it. “You need stitches. It’s still bleeding. Don’t you have some sort of dirty mob doctor on the payroll?”
A chuckle erupts from him. “You’ve seen entirely too many movies, but it’s not a bad idea. It’s not deep enough, and it will close tonight. I’ll settle for a nurse with a horrible bedside