But all it took was for him to graze his teeth over my nipple and squeeze my ass with his rough hand, and my resolve melted away, right along with my common sense.
This wasn’t some little high school crush.
This was fire.
And I was seconds from being burned alive.
His mouth was still on me when he reached sideways to flip the shower handle.
The water roared to life.
Soon the air turned thick with a mixture of steam and the primal heat radiating off him. In one fluid motion, he rose to his feet, grabbed my hips, and yanked me against him like he already owned me. My bare chest collided with the solid wall of his abs—hard muscle and heat. The silver pendant dangling from his neck swayed between us.
The tiny wolf caught my attention, glinting like it was watching me. I didn’t know why, but the sight sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the chill in the air.
He caught my hand and tugged me toward the shower. With a push of his shoulder, he opened the glass door and backed me into the spray. Warm water hit my spine in a sudden rush—then his mouth was on mine again, and every coherent thought vanished.
Warm mist hit my shoulders as he dropped to his knees.
My heart stopped. Oh God, oh God, this was really happening.
He lifted one of my legs and slung it over his shoulder, sliding his wide palm up the back of my thigh. My heel pressed into the hard muscles of his back, and the fingers of my other hand tangled in his short hair for balance.
He looked up at me—hunger carved into every inch of his face.
The anticipation of feeling his mouth on me sent my pulse skyrocketing.
Our eyes locked as he dragged his wide tongue from my asshole up the full length of my slit. Then he glanced up again, a wicked smirk on his lips as he swallowed deeply. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, spreading me open with firm fingers as he took a moment to study me—every exposed, trembling inch.
A low, gravelly hum rumbled from his chest just before he flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit.
Then, in an instant, his mouth sealed over my center, his tongue lashing hot and fast across my clit. I gasped, my hips arching to get my body closer to his mouth, as if they had a mind of their own.
Oh yes. This was even better than I’d imagined.
“Stay still,” he growled against me, his voice rumbling so deep it vibrated through my pussy, sending an electric current straight up my spine.
He licked and sucked and bit, again and again.
Rough. Wet. Possessive.
Each stroke, each little shot of pain, made my knees weaker. The water cascading down over my shoulders and back was nothing compared to the wetness pooling between my legs.
His stubble scraped the sensitive skin of my thighs, a delicious sting trailing in its wake. Then his teeth caught the swollen edge of my folds, and I cried out—slamming my hand against the marble wall for balance as helpless whimpers slipped past my lips.
One of his hands slid around the curve of my ass and between my legs. He cupped my mound with a possessive palm, and his thumb replaced his tongue on my clit with firm, relentless pressure.
Then I felt it—his tongue diving deep, curling and stroking as far as he could reach. Pulling back a little, he lapped up my wetness. God, I had no idea my body could respond like this.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, as if in awe. “And dripping. The best drink I’ve had in ages.”
He pushed a finger inside as his thumb continued to press tight circles over my clit.
My head fell back, a groan slipping from my lips. But he didn’t pause. He worked his finger in deeper, stretching me in a demanding rhythm.
Then came a second finger.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and my body jolted.
