Chapter 17
She was his. That was exactly what he’d said as he put his hands on her again, lifting her and taking her into the shower. He was behind her and inside her now as her hands pressed against the wall of the shower, holding her hips and pounding into her. She’d already screamed out his name once, but he wasn’t done. Then his hands moved, touching her everywhere as if he needed to remind himself she was his. It was the possessive touch of a man putting his mark on her. It was unfamiliar, it was overwhelming, and Kate wasn’t sure her legs would hold her much longer.
“Walker.” Her voice caught as he squeezed her n****e between his fingers, his hand holding her breast. He pressed his teeth into her shoulder and touched with his tongue to soothe the burn from the playful bite, but he
