Page 15 of Dangerous Devotion

That sobered me up.

I pulled my hand from his neck, turned my head and narrowed my eyes. “Move, or I’ll make you.”

He took a step back, raised his good hand into the air, and then moved into the shower, and I followed.

I grabbed the shower head, made sure the water wasn’t too hot, and aimed it at his body. I carefully avoided the gash on his arm, also carefully avoiding getting swept away by his amazing body. He was truly beautiful, so raw and real, all hard muscles under olive skin, covered under black ink.

I traced the edge of the tattoo on his chest, a harrowing design that made his skin and chest appear fractured, and which hid—to my utter surprise—some scars.

How did he get those? And what did that tattoo mean, and what about the half-lion, half-dragon that made up a big portion of his full sleeve?

I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and ask him all about it.

He winced when I accidentally directed the spray on his wound.

“Sorry.” My heart ached as I focused back on the task and cleaned him off as gently and thoroughly as I could.

I stopped the flow, took one of the white, fluffy towels, and slung it around his hips.

“Your turn,” he said, pushed me back into the shower, and stayed right there, watching me. I should’ve known he’d been too compliant. “So you want to watch?”

He leaned back against the wall as if he didn’t have a gash oozing blood on his arm, and nodded. “Quid pro quo.”

I cocked my head. “You’re a pervert.”

He raised both brows. “You don’t even know half of it,” he said, then nodded to the showerhead. “Either I’ll watch, or I’ll show you what perverted things I can do with that showerhead.”

I sighed, then shook my head but complied. And even though I kept my shower as short and businesslike as I could, I couldn’t escape his intoxicating gaze, and with the feeling of being watched came a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

His eyes darkened even more, and the heat in them made my heart beat faster. I turned around and turned off the water. I could feel his gaze on me like a physical touch.

“I can’t wait to take you from behind.”

I almost choked when I felt his hand caressing my ass. “I can’t wait to take you right here,” he murmured and let his finger slide down between my butt cheeks.

I shivered, desire coursing through me.

“Curious about anal sex?” he said, then pulled his hand off of my body.

I took a deep breath. Of course, I was. I’d devoured enough of Cara’s romance novels to be curious about all kinds of things regarding sex.

“Answer me. I wanna know your thoughts.”

I turned back to him, and he looked positively regal, the way he impatiently demanded an answer.

I put my hands on my hips. “I can tell you one thing,” I said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. “I’ve thought about you being the bossiest man I’ve ever met. A lot.”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving mine. “And you like that about me, don’t you, Little One?”

My heart skipped a beat. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He stepped closer, invading my personal space, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “It means that I’m dominant and not only outside of the bedroom.”

Heat spread through my entire body, my core clenched, and I softened involuntarily.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered.

I started sweating, and I was pretty sure my cheeks and my ears were beet red. Cara had her fair share of BDSM novels in her little library, and I was an equal-opportunity reader.

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