spread around his thighs, one of his hands supported her entire weight by holding her ass, and the other hand all but controlled her head by the nape. The vulnerability of her position propelled her desire even higher, much hotter, and that only pissed her off more. “If we’re gonna fight, let’s do it outside the shower.” She was at too much of a disadvantage here.
“No.”
Her nostrils flared when she took in the heated air. “That is rapidly becoming my least favorite word in your vocabulary.”
“I’m thinking you might need to get used to it.” His hold was absolute, and he stood there as if he could maintain their positions all day. His gaze wandered down her chest, and her nipples hardened as if he’d licked them with his rough tongue. “You have the prettiest pink nipples.”
She smacked him on the nose.
Adare’s head jerked up, and her eyes widened. What in the heck had she just done? It had been pure instinct, just a gut reaction. “I didn’t think hitting was on the menu,” he murmured.
She should apologize and get out of this situation. “It is when you deserve it,” she snapped instead.
“I see. Good to know.” Faster than she would’ve imagined possible, he turned them, lifted a knee onto the bench, tossed her over it, and slapped her butt with his huge hand. Before she could cry out, he turned again and she found herself back in place, the smooth rock cooling her back and the controlling immortal holding her in place, her legs still spread.
Her mouth gaped open. “You. Ass.” To punctuate the words, she punched him right in the neck.
His eyebrows rose. “Well, okay.” This time, when she found herself over his knee facing the rock, he smacked her rear end three times. Hard. Then he lifted her back into place, his cock against her clit, his hand spread across her burning butt. Then he waited.
Tingles spread from her punished flesh to her sex, warming her and making her clit fire with more than need. She bunched her fist.
“I could do this all day,” he warned her. “Your ass is already a lovely pink, and I have no problem turning it red. You’ll end up right in this position, every time. Feel free to punch me now.”
Oh, she wanted to. She’d give almost anything to see the shock on his face if she punched him right in the eye. Or maybe the nose. She breathed out, her mind reeling, her hand ready to fly.
His eyes morphed to a dark silver, burning and alive. Color filled his high cheekbones, making him look like a warrior from times long gone by. “Are you finished with the hitting, Grace?” His rough voice slid beneath her skin, igniting every nerve.
She might be angry, but she wasn’t a complete moron. “I’m reserving the right until later.” She had to keep some dignity.
His smile was slow. “Sounds like a date, then. It wouldn’t hurt for you to be reminded every time you sit that you don’t want to challenge me.”
Oh, he did not. “It’s like you want to get punched,” she muttered, her body aching so badly her stomach hurt.
“Whatever it takes, Leannain.”
Seriously. She grabbed his neck and yanked his head down. If the only way to get him to shut up was to kiss him, she’d do it. She shoved her tongue inside his mouth, tasting male and mint, rubbing her sex against his engorged penis. He overtook her, going deep, mastering the kiss like he did everything else.
Slowly, still kissing hard, he penetrated her, inch by inch, his speed steady and sure. She gasped into his mouth, her body stretching, controlled by his mouth, his hand, and his cock. He gave no quarter, holding her in place, pushing insistently into her until he was embedded all the way.
She jerked her mouth free, sucking in air, impaled against the wall.
Then nerves inside her fired and flared, hurting and needing. He was so big and so much. “You could come with me to Colorado,” she whispered, clenching around him.
He nipped her nose. “Neither of us is leaving this cabin until my strength is completely restored.” He pulled out and pushed back in, slapping one hand on the rock by her head to keep his balance. “We can argue about it all the time you want, however.”
Her eyelids fluttered shut from the exquisite pressure, and she forced them back up, feeling wide open to him. “I don’t take orders from you, Adare,” she rasped.
“Yeah,