The scratch of her nails was felt, and felt good, but didn't leave so much as a mark on his tough skin. He groaned against her lips as she did it regardless, and returned the action, though just enough for Rogue to feel the scratch, not enough to make a mark.

As the water and she heated his blood, the hand on her thigh moved inward to tease her folds, his own arousal resting against her other thigh. He wanted her as many times as she'd let him have her tonight.