He broke away from her lips to look down at her. "Fuck you," he whispered, a little strained. He had a lopsided grin on his face. She was retaliating. He liked that about her. She was never one to give up without a fight.
Eyes still locked on hers, he slid his fingers up and under her bra, letting his thumbs brush over her unexposed skin. In one quick movement, he pulled it over her head, not bothering to wait for her to protest. Once it became a soggy clump at the bottom of the shower, he leaned forward and kissed her neck.