“If I get an assembly line of your orgasms, you get the show of a lifetime.” She cupped her breasts, then slid one hand down the flat plane of her stomach.

As her fingers teased the tuft of inky hair between her legs, he swallowed a groan. When a droplet of water dripped from her nipple, the groan escaped, anyway.

Voice raw, dark seduction, she said, “I’ve never gotten dirty while getting clean. This should be fun.”

The barest hint of a grin appeared. “Did you miss me?”

“More than I’ve ever missed anything.” He stalked under the hot spray of water and pulled her against him. “Does it please you to know I hurried to reach you?”

“Mmm.” She traced her hands up his chest. “It does, yes. But it surprises me, too.”

Rock hard and throbbing, he fit his nose in the hollow of her neck and breathed deeply. Like inhaling sex. “I don’t like that you put yourself in danger,” he said, combing his fingers through her wet hair. “But I’m pleased with the outcome. Your bravery is commendable.”

She beamed at him. “Well, I’ve come to like Drogo. I’d totally swipe right for him. And you! Two for the price of one.”

According to his translator, “swipe right” meant she found both Bane and beast sexually attractive. He smiled, nipped her earlobe and whispered, “That pleases me more.”

Playful, she teased, “All I ask is that you don’t fall in love with me. Got too much on my plate to deal with an immortal stalker.”

The words were spoken in jest, and yet, that smile...

Comprehension. I’m halfway in love with her already.

Dazed, Bane washed every inch of her. Her curves maddened him. The throbbing in his shaft worsened, but he made no move to assuage it. He owed this woman so much. He didn’t want to take this time; he wanted to give.

Breathing through the frenzied heat of desire, he shampooed and conditioned her hair, vacillating between ecstasy and agony.

As she washed him in turn, he clung to his fragile control. Then her slippery fingers stroked his length...

Perhaps he’d take a little.

With a growl, he pressed her against the wall and slammed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue against hers.

She kissed him back, rubbing and clawing, holding nothing back. “You make me feel so good,” she breathed against his lips.

“You make me better.” He spun her, putting her back to his chest, his erection resting in the cleft of her ass. Kneading her breasts, he turned his head to receive another kiss.

She ground her backside against his shaft. An invitation. He glided one hand down, down, to cup her mound. As she mewled, the tone of the kiss changed. Control fraying. He slid a finger deep into her hot, slick core. Her inner walls squeezed him, then stretched to accommodate a second finger.