Finally he forced himself to take a step back, ready to leave. There was nothing else to say. And if he stayed, his wolf would win the fight and he’d be naked and taking her against the shower wall in seconds.
“Don’t go,” she said, so softly he barely heard her words above the rushing water. He stopped, unsure if it was the invitation he’d been dying for. Then she dropped the shower curtain, baring all of herself to him. No hands covering herself this time, though she looked incredibly nervous.
He barely stifled a growl at the sight of her naked body. Petite, lean and soft in all the right places, she was his hottest fantasy come to life. With her honey brown hair wet it appeared darker as it fell in ropes over and around her breasts.
His throat clenched as he struggled to talk. “I want you.” Fucking understatement of the century.
She tracked his every move with those big brown eyes. When he stripped his shirt off, her eyes grew heavy as she watched him. It was almost as if she was mesmerized by what he was doing. He took off his jeans, but kept his boxers on. It was a struggle in control, forcing him to go against all of his instincts, but it was necessary.
Frowning, she opened her mouth to say something as he stepped into the shower, but he placed one finger over her lips as he grabbed her bare hip and tugged her close with his other hand. “If these come off, I’ll be inside you, fucking hard and rough. Right now I don’t want that.” Okay, that was a huge lie. He wanted exactly that. But…he wanted to taste her, to learn her body first. She deserved it and even though his wolf was raging at him, clawing and snarling with a vengeance to take what he wanted, he knew on a primal level that if he pushed her too far, too fast tonight it could damage his chance with her.
Though she kept her smoldering gaze on his, her swallow was audible as she reached up to place her delicate hands on his shoulders. Her touch seared him. The second her fingers made contact, his hands fisted on her hips and he lifted her up, moving until he had her flat against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around him, her bare pussy rubbing against his lower abdomen. Max let out a soft growl. He kept her up high enough on his body that she wasn’t directly rubbing over his cock. Not yet. He wasn’t that much of a masochist.
Lauren molded her lean body to his as she linked her fingers together at the back of his neck. He loved that she still held his gaze, even when he could see the nervousness lurking there. “Do you feel…” She trailed off, almost as if she wasn’t sure how to continue, but he knew what she meant.
“The fucking strongest attraction I’ve ever experienced in my entire life?” Attraction was such a lame word for what he felt. Magnetic pull, hunger, desire…even those didn’t describe his need.
She nodded and pushed out a breath, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I’ve been trying to…hide my need for you but it’s killing me.”
It was the same for him. Holding her so close, feeling her lush, naked body against was soothing the most primal part of him, even as it was making him insane with desire.
Lauren was his and he wanted her to know it in every cell of her being. Before he was through with her tonight, she would. Reaching between their bodies, he cupped one of her breasts, holding it firmly as he began to slowly stroke her nipple. Their embrace was intimate and he was going into sensory overload having Lauren naked and in his arms, but they had all the time in the world and he refused to rush this. He wanted to see her reaction to every single touch.
“Did you flirt with those shifters tonight to make me jealous?” he growled.
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate and non-apologetic.
He lightly pinched her nipple and she gasped. She arched her back, pushing her breast farther into his hold, another pleasured sound escaping her lips.
Unable to stop himself, he cupped the back of her head in a dominating grip and covered her mouth with his. Her lips were soft, pliable and she opened immediately for him. Her tongue stroked against his, her kisses teasing and playful as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist.
Continuing to strum her nipple in lazy movements, he blazed a trail of kisses away from her mouth, down her jaw line and to her ear, only stopping to rake his teeth over the spot below her ear. She shivered in his arms. “I didn’t like it. Never again, Lauren. You’re mine.” A delayed admission to her answer.
“Well I didn’t like that woman kissing you,” she rasped out, another moan escaping when he lightly tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
Max could only imagine how he’d react if another male had kissed her. But even the thought of that made his inner wolf swipe out in anger so he shoved it away.