“Why should I? This view’s too perfect,” he grins.
Fucking. Grins.
I bend down quickly and grab one of my jackets, throwing it at his head.
He catches it and stands up in one swift movement.
“Not gonna happen, babe.”
He lifts me up with one arm around my waist and walks toward the bathroom. He’s just as naked as I am, making the whole situation even more awkward.
I never have s*x fully naked. Being partially clothed gives me a sense of power—and this? This makes me feel weird. Off balance.
Can he at least give me some sense of control?
I shoot him a scolding look that he completely ignores, then watch him turn on the shower—with me still in his iron grip.
I yelp—f*****g yelp like a little girl—when the cold water hits my skin and glare at him.
“I need it, darling. You make me a l
