There was enough déjà vu and an equally good chance of more naked Bianca that had him hurrying to the bathroom door.
Bianca was stepping out of the shower as he entered. Water clung to her flushed ivory skin.
She squeaked and grabbed a towel. It was a shame to cover up those pale-pink-tipped breasts and full hips, but she did.
“Get out.” She glared as she tucked the towel around her.
Miles of long, shapely leg poked out from beneath the towel. An inch shorter, and he’d see her smooth pretty pussy.
His cock hardened. It they got the talking over quickly, he could bury his face between her thighs and give them both a great goodbye. Mediocre sex be damned.
The martial light in her eye got him talking. “I wanted to speak to you before I left.”
“And you thought barging in on me in the bathroom was the best way to do that?” She clasped the top of the towel with both hands.
Pity, because one quick tug, and heaven would be revealed.
If that option was off the table, best he got on with his reason for being here. “I didn’t have time to waste.” He stepped closer. “I wanted to say how sorry I was that you got hurt.”
Her hard expression softened into speculative.
For his first sincere apology, this was going very well. “The things I said to you the morning after we fucked were cruel and hurtful, and I’m sorry.”
She flinched. “Then why did you say them?”
Thank all hells she was going to be reasonable. “I was in shock,” he said. “You know how I feel about humans, and particularly witches. Finding myself contemplating taking a being as mine who was both of the things I despise most caused a natural resistance to overcome my emotions.”
“Really?” She drawled, eyes glinting.
That hard glitter didn’t seem to be a positive turn of events. “Yes,” he assured her. “I’ve never lain with a human. In fact, before I met you, the idea was repulsive.”
“Get out,” she said.
He couldn’t have heard her right. He had apologized—him! Lucifer, king of hell, hell prince of pride. “I beg your pardon?”
“Get. Out.” She stepped into him. “And take your fake ass fucking apology with you.”
It was hard to think with her warm, damp, flushed body so close and the soft scent of lilies befuddling his brain. “That was a sincere apology.”
“That was a bunch of crappy justifications.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “You fucked me despite your better judgment.” Fury vibrated through her voice. “Fucked! Your word. And you just Mister Darcyed me.”
“What?” He’d come when he should be preparing for a mission—a mission to find her coven sister. For her. He’d taken precious time to explain himself, and she reacted like this. “I don’t believe you fully comprehend what I’m saying.”
“I understand perfectly.” Her eyes narrowed to slits, and her lips thinned. “And I suppose I should thank you.”
That was more like it. “No need.”
“For giving me the kick up the ass to get over you,” she said, still jabbing at his chest. “For reminding me that you really are an asshole and a waste of my time and energy.”
Now that was rude and insulting. He caught her annoying finger. “I explained why I said what I did, and I apologized. All you have to do is accept it.”
“No.” She rose on her tiptoes and went nose to nose with him. “Your explanation was an insult and your apology bullshit. You were right that morning. There is nothing between us. Not anymore.”
No! Absolutely not. She would not reject him. No human witch was going to walk away from him. No other being was going to find him wanting. “No, haglette.” He gripped her nape. “You’re missing the bigger point.” He spoke slowly and clearly to make sure she grasped his meaning. “You are mine. I have made you mine. What is between us is still very much happening.”
“Let go of me.” She jerked against his hold. “I don’t belong to you. You had your chance, and you fucked up.” She grabbed his wrist and dug her nails in. “I don’t give second chances, and you don’t deserve one.”
“You are mine.” He wouldn’t tolerate defiance.
“Fuck. You.”
“You already have.”
They scowled at each other, breath coming hard, chests rising and falling. Heat flared and they moved as one.
He took her mouth in a punishing kiss, branding her as his, reminding her of all that lay between them.
Their tongues dueled.
She nipped his lip.
He bit back.
It was an elemental battle for supremacy, and he grabbed her ass and pushed her against his throbbing cock.
With a gasp, Bianca tore away from him. She retreated as far as the bathroom would allow. “Get out.” She pointed. “I never want to see you again.”
“You’ll see me again.” She could bet her human life on that. “You’re going to see me for the rest of your life.”
