The question caught her off guard, and she nearly choked on her own breath. So much for saying he wouldn't touch her unless she wanted, it was beginning to sound like he was just desperate to be inside her.
"Why? Has it been that long since you made love to a woman?" She taunted, hoping to return the teasing.
"I don't make love. I fuck," he replied bluntly, leaving her speechless.
For some reason, the way he said it sent a strange thrill down her spine. It sounded… sexy. But weren't they the same thing?
"What's the difference?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I will be fucking you. You will know the difference then," he said, then lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom.
He laid her gently on the bed before heading to his closet, where he pulled out a clean shirt and handed it to her.
"I can't wear this outside," she said, looking at the shirt with a frown.
"I never said you were going out," he replied without turning, already walking away.
