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, baby. You do now.” He pulled out and shoved back in, setting up a hard rhythm that echoed around the steamy shower with the sound of flesh on flesh. He took her out of her head, even out of her temper, fucking her hard in the shower and not holding anything back.

Her thighs ached, they were stretched so far apart, only adding to the desperate desire ripping through her like sharp blades, cutting every nerve into several more. They all fired, for him, just waiting to detonate. She held her breath and her thighs tightened against his hips as she climbed, fighting falling over. It was too much.