It started with her needing a shower.
She wasn't trying to tempt him. Not really.
But Kai had been watching her like he was starving since the moment she walked into the apartment, cheeks flushed from the wind, eyes soft with something that wasn't quite permission but wasn't no, either.
"Ten minutes," Alexis had said, tugging her shirt over her head, unbothered that he was in the room. "Don't get comfortable."
But Kai wasn't the type to obey soft warnings.
He waited exactly three minutes.
Then followed the sound of running water like a man tracking heat.
The door creaked open behind her.
Alexis turned her head, water dripping down her shoulders. "Seriously?"
"You left it open."
"I didn't..." she started, but his hand was already sliding around her waist from behind, dragging her wet against his chest.
"You smell like soap," he murmured into her neck, "and like you want me to sin."
"I said ten minutes, Kai."
"I heard you." His fingers trailed down the curve of her stomach. "Didn't care."
Before she could speak again, he bit, soft, but possessive at the skin just behind her ear, and her knees nearly buckled.
"Don't act like you didn't want this," he growled.
And then he dropped to his knees.
The steam was thick. Her thighs were slick. And his mouth was already between them, tongue parting her slowly, then filthily, like he had all the time in the world to devour her.
"Fuck..Kai," she gasped, one hand slamming against the tile to steady herself, the other tangling in his dripping hair.
He groaned like her taste hurt him. Like it fed something ancient and starved.
He gripped her thighs tighter, buried his face deeper, licking and sucking until she shattered over his mouth, the sounds she made echoing off wet walls like confession.
When she sagged against the wall, breathless, he stood, towering, soaked, fully clothed.
"Take it off," she ordered, voice cracked and low.
He did. Slowly. Peeling his shirt off like a second skin, pulling his belt open like a threat.
Then he lifted her again. Hands under her thighs. Back to the tile. Her legs locked around him.
He didn't kiss her this time. Not yet.
He looked her dead in the eyes and slid inside her, slow and hard, until she cried out.
"Still think this is nothing?" he asked, jaw clenched.
"Yes," she lied.
He started moving. Thrusting deep, wet skin slapping against wet skin, one arm braced against the wall, the other holding her like she was his to ruin.
Her moans got louder. He didn't care.
His voice broke when he said, "You're driving me fucking crazy."
She gripped his face and finally kissed him, messy, desperate, teeth clashing and bit his bottom lip until he groaned into her mouth.
He fucked her harder after that.
Faster.
Until her head lolled back and her moans turned guttural and his control slipped.
When they both came, it was brutal. Stunning. Like they were being torn apart and put back together in the same breath.
Water still rained down as they stood there, trembling, silent.
Then she spoke.
"I'm not yours," she whispered.
Kai looked at her. Really looked. His thumb brushed the edge of her jaw like it was sacred.
"No," he said. "But I want you to be."
She didn't respond.
But she didn't push him away, either.