“One day. You haven’t taken a single fucking day for me since I got here.”
“What will we do on this day?”
He pulls at my hips again, and I groan. “Tobias, I can’t.”
“Then let me.” Even in the water, I feel myself slicken as he rubs a finger along my clit before curling it inside of me.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I point out. “All four times.” His finger stills before he pulls it away, bracing both hands on the side of the tub.
“You’re on birth control. I saw it in the cabinet. You take it religiously.”
I nod.
“So, is this conversation necessary?”
“Isn’t it?”
His jaw ticks, but his question comes out pained. “Have you been with anyone since me?”
I shake my head. “No, Tobias, no, of course not.”
I pose the same question without words.
“Cecelia,” he sighs. “No, fuck no. That night I took you so roughly…and the weeks after you left, I couldn’t even look at myself.”
“I thought as much, but—”
He shakes his head, cutting me off. “Even when I was a bachelor, I never really indulged much in women,” he confesses. “And I had plenty of chances.”
“With lingerie models,” I add dryly.
“And one French movie star,” he chimes in with a wink.
“Fuck you, King,” I move to get off his lap, and he pins me easily, a satisfied chuckle coming from his lips. “There’s my jealous bébé.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s not healthy for either of us.”
“It’s who we are and how we feel when it comes to each other. And so we really don’t give a fuck, do we?”
I hang my head. “We’re going to end up in couple’s therapy, and with our tempers, we probably need it.”
He pinches my chin and lifts it. “I’m addicted to you and have been since the minute I touched you. In the past…sometimes I would go…a very long time without any human contact at all. I was so focused for so long, it wasn’t a priority for me—until you. One hit of you and I was like a fucking fiend. Now I’m positive that I was waiting for the right woman, for you. And it’s a good thing I saved what little patience I have for you, or I’d be a dead man.”
“Har, har. And you think you’re so easy to deal with?”
“Non. I’m the devil you chose.”
“And who am I?”
“You’re the angel who constantly stabs me in the ass with my own pitchfork.”
“Okay, you’ve avoided my question long enough. Tell me,” I insist, running my palms down his muscular arms. Because I can. Because he’s mine.
“Something you don’t know?” The glint in his eyes dims. “Shelly almost had me committed, and there’s no punchline. I went fucking crazy when you left, when I let you leave.”
“I wanted to hate you.”
“I tried my best to make sure you did, but you called my bluff, stubborn ass woman.”
Neither of us smiles because the pain of that truth hurts too much.
“You were so much safer in that life, Cecelia.”
“I wasn’t happy. I would have never been fulfilled.”
“Nor me. I totaled my Jaguar the day you left my office, left me, left Triple Falls.”