Her scent, her perfect tits, and wide hips were creating chaos in his head and body. Riley stepped in behind her and picked up the bar of soap. “I’ll wash your back.”
Sarah lathered her hair. “Be careful not to stray. I’m ticklish.”
Riley could no more keep from touching all of her than he could turn off his wolf. “I’ll be good.” For about ten seconds.
He reached around her to wet his hands and then soaped up his palms. Inhaling to control his urges, he gently rubbed her shoulders before focusing on her back. While her shoulders weren’t particularly wide, her sleek body tapered to sensual hips and a delectable ass. Remembering how amazing she’d felt when he delved into her dark tunnel, his dick turned rigid.
“I have to rinse my hair,” she announced a second before she turned around to put her back to the water.
Was she trying to kill him? Or merely tempt him? “Sarah, I’m not sure I can stand here and not touch you.”
“You said you’d be good,” she responded with her head back under the running water and her eyes closed.
“I will be.” Their definition of good might not be the same. His fingers itched to stroke her soft, wet skin, and then dip them into her pussy.
Fuck it. His claws and incisors extended. Not wanting to hurt her, but needing to taste her pert nipples, he licked one delicious tip and then the other. She squealed as if it tickled and continued to rinse her hair. Her subsequent moans convinced him she wanted him.
“How about you hurry?” he asked. “I need you.”
She straightened and opened her eyes. “What about Jay?”
“He went for a run.”
Riley appreciated that she thought of them as a team, but he wanted her to want him for who he was. He jolted at that domestic thought. Since when did he care how a woman felt about him? He’d always been driven by his sex drive—until now. The whole idea that this woman meant so much to him scared the shit out of him. His heart would be irrevocably damaged if she left him, but he’d be destroyed if anything happened to her in the field. She might be trained and could handle herself, but that was against humans and not the likes of Statler.
He didn’t need to be beating himself up like this. He had a woman to love.
Sarah rinsed. “You want to wash?”
“Sure.” It would help calm him.
She stepped out of the tub, and as she dried, he did a quick rinse. Before she was finished wringing the water out of her hair, he shut off the faucet and stepped out. Watching her seemed to change something inside him. It might be possible to have her in their life, assuming he didn’t fuck things up.
Riley grabbed a towel. “Let me dry your back.”
She grinned. “I see through your ploy. You just want to get me in bed.”
He moved closer, his pulse escalating. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
“No, but tell me why you want me?”
Was that a trick question? His need was so great, he didn’t have time for this discussion, but from the way she was licking her lips, she wanted him to answer. “You’re competent, caring, generous…” Every other description he could come up with involved how hot she was. “Fuck. I suck at this. Doesn’t it count that I just have to have you?”
She lowered her towel that was covering the front of her, stepped closer, and rubbed his wet chest with one end. Need exploded, and he growled.
“You’re a mean temptress.” He snarled at her as he lifted her in his arms.
“Ril-ey!” She laughed.
“I’m serious. You’ve pushed me too far, young lady.” He opened the door and trod across the carpet, leaving wet footprints in his path. Not caring what mess trailed behind, he dumped her on the bed. “You are mine.”
Sarah was mostly dry and probably wouldn’t appreciate becoming wet again, so he jumped on the other side of her and rolled around until he was only damp. He then drew her on top of him.
She grinned. “My what a big cock you have.”
“All the better to poke you with, my dear.” Just as he hoped, she laughed.
“Show me what you got.”
“My pleasure.” He was done talking anyway.
Riley fisted her hair and drew those luscious lips towards his. With such an intensity to consume and devour her, it was a constant internal battle to keep from possessing her. He brushed his lips against her mouth and the hairs stood up on his body. Need slammed into him. Going slow wasn’t his style, but for Sarah, he’d try.
“Kiss me hard,” she demanded.
That was why he adored her. Her passion for justice matched his. In one quick move, he flipped them over so that he was on top of her. With his knee, he widened her legs and her arousal almost made him shift.