My eyes lowered to his erection. And his hand, still wrapped around it.
Holy hell, he was huge.
I scrambled for an excuse. “I’m starting a load of laundry. Just… looking for clothes.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re not doing my laundry.”
It was a little late for that. “It’s the least I can do. I basically trapped you.”
Connor released his erection and dragged a hand through his wet hair. Water was still falling over him, and somehow, it made me want him even more.
“No, you didn’t. I would’ve agreed if you’d asked me, Zoe. Wolves are social creatures. We crave connection. Rejection kills most of us because of that loss. That’s why our pack exists at all—because rejected wolves needed our own community. We had to find peace. The alternative was death. None of us wanted to be here, like this. We figured it out because we had to.”
“It still should’ve been your choice.”
Connor strode out of the shower and across the bathroom in a few steps. His hands cupped my face, hot and huge.
“I would have chosen this. Get that through your head, Gorgeous.”
“You left me in the kitchen. It seemed like you were upset.”
“I was. Anyone would be upset if they’d been a virgin as long as I have while dealing with such intense attraction to a woman as sexy as you.”
My face flushed. “So you’re not angry.”
“No. Just extremely turned on.”
Well, that made two of us.
“Would you want to…”
“Yes.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say, Connor.”
“Play chess? Sure. Make you more sandwiches? Love to. Stare into the forest and contemplate the meaning of life? Sounds great. Bend you over the countertop and fuck you until you can’t walk? I’ll figure it out.”
“I was going to suggest a romantic hour of solving math problems. I need to make sure the answers are correct before my students take next week’s test.” I couldn’t resist meeting his lightheartedness with my own.
“Sweet. Do you keep a graphing calculator in your car?”
“I do, actually.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” Connor grabbed a towel.
I bit back a laugh. “There’s soap in your hair.”
“It’s a hair mask.”
“Hair masks aren’t bubbly.”
“This one is unique. I found the recipe online.”
“Then it definitely shouldn’t make bubbles. It should just be a disgusting amount of oil and some other random kitchen stuff.”
“Flax seeds for good luck, probably. Maybe some avocado too, so you can dip tortilla chips in it if you get hungry while healing your hair with nature.” He mimed lifting a chip toward his hair and made a scooping motion. “Want some?”
“As long as you used thevegetarianavocados.”
