"Have you been using my shampoo?" She held the bottle up with her eyebrows raised. "Your hair doesn't smell like it. And I know what kind of shower gel you use." She glared at the green container still sitting on the ledge. "Believe me, we'll be talking about that. My boyfriend doesn't use five-in-one shower gel."
Why did this feel so embarrassing? He was a grown-ass man. He could have whatever kind of soap he wanted in his shower. But there was the truth of the matter.
She didn't know that he had spent more than an hour in the shampoo aisle at Target, smelling each one and trying to pick out the specific nuances that Elise carried in her scent. None of them had been perfect, but the one he'd chosen, a scent called Lilac Dream, was close enough, and he was a little proud of himself to know that he had chosen correctly.
"Maybe I just wanted you to have the right shampoo the next time I had you here," he said.
"Nico." Elise shook the bottle at him, water droplets flying from her hand. "You never expected me to come back here. Maybe you're the one who missed me."
He growled and grabbed the shampoo from her hand, tipping some of it into his own palm and lathering it up before he reached for her hair and started to work it through, giving her the best scalp massage he could manage in the process. Elise tilted her head back and let out a small, satisfied sound as his fingers massaged her. The angle exposed the long line of her throat, and he had to resist the urge to lean forward and bite the tender skin where her pulse beat.
"Okay," she groaned, "you can buy as much of my shampoo as you want if you keep doing this."
His cock had already been paying attention to her presence, but now those tiny gasps and moans were making him stand completely at attention. He forced himself to be thorough, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and then grabbing the bottle of conditioner that matched and repeating the process. The scent of lilacs wrapped around them both. But under it all washerscent, the scent of his mate, even if it quickly dissipated in the water. She leaned into his touch like she was starving for it.
Elise glanced down and then grinned up at him. Her eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
"I've always kind of wanted to do this," she said before backing up and sitting on the shower bench, still close enough to run her hands down his hips and pull him forward, fingers brushing his ass before one hand came around to grip his cock and give him a confident stroke.
He was more than happy to be her subject. The touch of her fingers around his shaft made him hiss through his teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Elise leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, and Nico groaned, leaning forward and placing one hand against the wall of the shower behind her. Her tongue was impossibly hot, the flat of it dragging over his sensitive crown, and his knees nearly buckled.
This was going to be torture. Beautiful, sexy, exquisite torture.
Her hand stayed on his cock, and she licked again, and again, and again, not quite enough pressure or suction for anything except her own erotic exploration. She was learning him, tasting him, her tongue tracing the ridge beneath the head and then swirling around the tip, and it was maddening in the best possible way.
His second hand had joined the first against the wall. It was taking all of his self-control not to bury his hands in her hair andguide her to do exactly what he wanted. His wolf was close under his skin, desperate to take, to possess.
She grinned up at him, and he could see the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Water splashed on her face, her lashes dark and wet, and the sight of her with that wicked smile was almost enough to undo him right there. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in, this time sucking and using that tongue of hers until he groaned.
Oh, God, he wasn't going to last. It might have been embarrassing if it wasn't her, and if he couldn't read the satisfaction in her expression and body language.
She stroked and sucked and brought him to the edge. His fingers curled into fists as he searched for anything that might hold off his orgasm for more than thirty seconds. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, twisting on the upstroke. The pressure was building at the base of his spine, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold still.
Elise pulled her head back and looked up at him with a grin. "I want to taste you," she said. The words alone nearly pushed him over the edge, and when she took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, he knew he was done for.
She got back to work, and it took almost no time, his hips thrusting against her as she moaned around his cock. The vibration of her moan traveled through his shaft, and he felt the exact moment he lost control, his orgasm slamming into him like a freight train. He let go, his eyes widening for a moment as pleasure overtook him, and Elise swallowed him down. She took everything he gave her, her throat working, her eyes locked on his face, and the intimacy of it made his chest tighten.
He was shaking a little with the intensity of it as she stood up and hesitated for a second. But this time, he did run his hands through her hair and pull her close, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss that left her pressed up against the wall andpanting for more when they separated. He could taste himself on her tongue, and the knowledge that she'd wanted that, had asked for it, made him growl low.
The shower water turned cold after a while, and they both got out, toweling off and sharing grins. His skin was still hypersensitive, every brush of the towel a reminder of where her hands and mouth had been.
But Nico wasn't done with her, not yet.
He had his mate in his room with him, and there were no lies between them this time. No kidnapping, no subterfuge, no certainty that they would never see one another again. And his body was already ready again, his cock filling as he watched her towel off, the fabric dragging across her breasts and down her stomach.
There was a chair by the balcony window, and Nico sat in it and let his towel flap open. His erection stood proud between his thighs, and he didn't bother to hide it. It was now his turn to crook a finger at his mate, and Elise dropped her towel and stalked toward him, more like a she-wolf. Her hips swayed, eyes locked on his, and he could see the flush spreading down her chest, could smell the arousal rising from her skin.
"I need you," he said.
She sank onto his lap, one leg on either side of his, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, even though now they were both certain there was.
Her knees pressed into the cushion on either side of his hips, her weight settling onto him, and the heat of her core pressed against his cock. It was different, better, to have the promise of a future, and know that everything might be okay—to know that this was not the last kiss but the first of many, the first of the rest of their lives.
He could savor it for what it was and not try and load it with everything it could be. Her tongue slid against his, slow andthorough. He memorized the taste of her, the way she fit against him, the small sounds she made when he sucked on her bottom lip.
Werewolf stamina had its advantages.
He found her wet and ready, and she moaned as his fingers teased her entrance, followed quickly by his cock. She was soaked, her arousal coating his fingers when he slid them through her folds, and when he positioned himself at her entrance, she was already trembling.
