Jase pulls back, my body immediately missing his touch.

“Wait—” I say, just as he flicks on the bedside lamp. Before I can pull my shirt down to cover my breast, he’s staring at the purplish teeth marks.

He looks from the bite marks to my eyes, questions and urgency in his hooded eyes. “He did this to you?”

I tug at my T-shirt, but Jase’s hand is holding onto the hem, keeping my breast exposed. “Answer me, Juliette.”

Angered, I twist away, pulling my shirt back down. “Who else would do it?” I say, suddenly furious with him. He gives up the shirt wrestle and instead reaches for my thighs, yanking my left leg up and gripping it tightly.

I follow his gaze to land upon the jagged white scar on my thigh, the scar Dornan created when he plunged his knife into my flesh, another scar that irreparably marks me as his.

I stare at the ceiling, blinking hot tears of anger and shame from my eyes. I don’t fight. I let him study my thigh, and when he pushes my T-shirt up to study my midsection of tattooed cross-scars, I speak.

“Got what you wanted?” I ask bitterly, embarrassed to be so exposed in front of him.

He continues to stare at my tattoos, almost dream-like, his eyes clouded and far away.

“No,” he says. “That’s not what I wanted. Is this it? Where else has he scarred you, Julz?”

His voice isn’t angry anymore. It’s gentle and horrified, and it washes away my own rage.

“It’s not the scars on my skin that hurt,” I whisper. “It’s the ones inside my mind.”

Right then, he looks sadder than I’ve ever seen him.

“I should go,” he mutters.

“No!” I protest. “I’m sorry, okay? I can’t help what’s already happened, Jase. I can only try to make sure the right things happen now.”

He stands by the edge of the bed, apparently undecided, and I claw anxiously at anything I can say that might make him stay.

“I wish things were different,” I whisper to him, hearing the tears in my voice. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes clouded over again.

And then he leaves me alone.

He heads into the bathroom and immediately I hear the shower start. Maybe he needs a cold shower.

I sure do.

I lie there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling. I’m saddened and frustrated. Saddened by his sudden change of heart, his brisk departure.

Frustrated because my entire body is alight, ready for his touch, his caress, and now he’s left me alone.

Finally, I decide to hell with it. I’m not finished with him. We can’t leave things on that note.

The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and I push it open, steam immediately greeting me.

I can see his outline in the shower as he stands under the stream of water, tiny droplets hitting his skin at every angle.

Brazenly, and without giving myself any time to chicken out, I lift my T-shirt over my head and toss it in the corner. Jase sees the sudden movement and turns to face me as I shimmy out of my borrowed sweatpants, leaving them on the floor. I pull the glass door to the shower open and step inside, happy that the water is warm, not cold.

“What are you doing?” Jase asks, seemingly unimpressed.

I shrug. “I don’t think we’re finished yet.”

He laughs dryly. “Oh yes, we’re finished,” he says, turning to the side and grabbing a bar of soap from the caddy.

I tilt my head to the side, gesturing to his rock-hard erection.

“You’re lying,” I say.

He turns away, running soap over his hair and rubbing at it angrily. “I can’t look at you without thinking about what you did with him,” he says bitterly, and my stomach twists painfully.

“Jase—” I plead.

“Everywhere I look!” He cuts me off. “This bathroom, the clubhouse. Everywhere! I can’t think of anything else when I look at you, Juliette!”

I hang my head, the warm water soothing and scalding all at once.

“I did what I had to do,” I say vehemently. “You would have done the same thing if you were me. I didn’t know he’d take such a shining to me, for shit’s sake. I wanted a job at the burlesque club, that’s all.”

He slams his palm against the tiles so hard, it seems like the whole glass shower cubicle shakes.

Right. Guess that was the wrong thing to say.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, setting my jaw. “Do you want me to leave?”

Unexpectedly, he cages me with his arms, pushing me back against the cold tiles. Every brush of his skin on mine, and his eyes on me, sends a thrill down my spine and evokes a delicious wetness between my legs.

“No,” Jase growls. “What I want is to throw you up against this wall and erase any trace of him ever touching you. What I want is for you to be mine, and mine only.”

My breathing quickens as he says that. His eyes are bright, wild almost, but I’m not afraid of him.

“So do it,” I whisper.

He hesitates, his hands loosely around my waist, his hard cock pressing into my stomach.

I know why he’s hesitating. The past that lies between us.

Let her go!

“I want this,” I say to him. “I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want to be with you, Jason. I’m not leaving you again. Ever.”

My words seem to move something inside him. His hesitation disappears, replaced by a look of pure lust. He makes a deep noise in his throat as he presses my hips with his palms, driving me back again so I’m pressed harder against the wall. The combination of hot water running over my front and the cold tiles at my back is thrilling; there’s a slight draft coming in from the window and my skin springs to life in a million tiny bumps. Jase’s lips crash against mine as we desperately seek to reclaim what should have always been ours.

“Julz …” he moans into my mouth, his hand leaving my hip and trailing lower. He traces a line with his index finger down my thigh and back up, where he swipes it along my slit.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, pressing a finger inside me. I clutch at his hard arms as he strokes his finger in and out, moaning when he hits that sweet spot inside.

“Jesus, Jase,” I whisper, moving my hand down and gripping his thick cock. I start stroking him back and forth, slow at first, then faster. His breathing quickens and he stops kissing me, staring at me with hooded eyes.

“That,” he murmurs, watching me stroke his length, “feels so good.” He closes his eyes for a moment, tipping his head back as he pants, and while he isn’t looking I figure I might as well do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw him naked in the shower. I sink to my knees, open my mouth, and close my mouth around the head of his cock.

As soon as I wrap my lips around his shaft his eyes snap open.

“Ohhhhh,” he says, as I suck and lick. “Jesus, if you keep going like that I’m not going to last.”

I smile up at him and let him bounce out of my mouth, because the last thing I want is for this to be over when it’s only just begun. Jase responds immediately, dragging me up to my feet and pressing me against the wall again. He holds my hips firmly and kisses a deliciously warm trail down my neck.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he says, lifting me effortlessly so my legs are spread around him, my ankles locked together.

He holds me with one hand as he guides his cock with the other, rubbing it in shallow circles against my clit until I’m thrusting my hips forward in frustration.

“Jase,” I whimper, not wanting to wait a second longer, and mercifully, I don’t. He surges forward, thrusting into me in one long movement that makes my eyes roll back in my head as I dig my nails into his back. “Oh, fuck!” I moan, as he slowly pulls out of me, only the tip of him remaining inside me. Then he thrusts again, just as quick and hard as the first time, and I begin to feel a wave of orgasm build inside me.

He notices too, because he thrusts harder, watching my face intently. “Come for me, Julz,” he whispers, and I do. I hold my breath as I reach that shattering crest, my core clenching tightly around his shaft as I come. He thrusts harder, deeper with each stroke, until I’m crying out his name, a loud scream that he covers with his mouth.

I see white and stars, stilling as my orgasm tears through every fiber of me. He tightens his fingers around my hips and takes over, lifting me up and slamming me back down onto him as my core clenches around him and I continue to cry into the night.

I collapse onto him, my head resting loosely on his shoulder, desperately needing a reprieve before we continue.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, stroking my tangled hair. “That looked intense.”

“Is this okay?” he asks, as he begins to drive into me again. I thrust my hips forward, drawing him deeper inside me, and he smiles devilishly.

“It’s better than okay,” I moan, grabbing his hips and pulling him into me so hard, it’s almost violent. “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

My voice wavers as I say that. Jase cups my face in his hand, the other at my waist as he continues to thrust.

“I never stopped loving you,” he murmurs in my ear.

If I say any more, I’m going to cry, and I don’t want to cry right now.

“Stop trying to make me cry and just fuck me,” I whisper heatedly.

As soon as I say that, he stops and pulls out of me, hovering at my entrance like the cruelest tease. I try to pull him back but he resists me effortlessly.

“This is not fucking,” he says plainly. “I’m not fucking you.”

My eyes ask the question, what do you mean, and he doesn’t leave me hanging. He inches inside me again, deliciously slow, methodically and precise. I moan and press my fingers into his flesh.