Grace could not believe they were fighting while naked and surrounded by erotic steam. Her temper mixed with her incredible need, ratcheting up every emotion. Her legs were 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.