“Fucking hell,” I snarl.
Over the sounds of the shower, I can hear my mate moaning.
Jesus Christ, is she touching herself?
Break down the door and find out.
Nope,I tell my wolf, even as I stand and move closer to the bathroom door.
That’s a mistake.
Now I’m closer, I can hear the soft sounds of her fingers brushing over her skin.I brace my hands against the doorframe, knowing I should back away, but my feet won’t listen.Listening to her touch herself and get herself off is torture, but I can’t move.
“Christian,” she whimpers.
My mouth waters.My need grows even greater, and I debate my plan to go for that run.My nails grow, and when she moans my name again, my claws sink into the doorframe.
Damn.I’m going to have to pay to fix that.
“Oh!”Quinn cries out.
I’m seconds away from breaking down the door and begging her to let me lick her pussy.
DO IT!my wolf roars.
The water turns off a second later, and I can hear my mate’s labored breathing as she steps out of the shower.
We probably shouldn’t be lurking right outside the bathroom door,I think, taking a step back when the door swings open.
There stands my mate.Steam curls around her flushed body, and my knees grow weak at the sight.Before I can think it through, I step forward, backing her up until she runs into the wall next to the shower.
Then I kiss her.
The kiss is messy and hard.It’s a claiming, just not quite the one my wolf and I want.
My fingers trail over the bite mark I left on her and curl upward to cup her chin.I tilt her head, angling it just right so I can kiss her harder, deeper.
She grips the front of my shirt, twisting in her grasp and pulling me closer.I go willingly, my hands dropping from her face to run over her body.I slide them under her towel, and we both groan when I squeeze the round globes of her ass.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl against her lips.
Her mouth presses against mine, and my teeth scrape along her full bottom lip as my hands slide up her sides to cup her tits.
Quinn cries out as I pinch her nipples.I growl as I tease the sensitive peaks.
“Love hearing you make those noises,” I whisper against her lips.
She rewards me with another gasp, giving me the opening I need.I lick into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to tangle with mine.I can’t get enough of her, of her body, of her mouth.I could spend the rest of my days exploring every inch of her and die the happiest man on Earth.
My hips rock against hers, my clothes growing damp as I press against the wet towel wrapped around her.I fist the wet cotton and rip it from her body.
That’s when I realize what I’ve done.
I break the kiss, both of us flushed and panting.We stare at each other in shock, and I lick my lips, still tasting her there.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
She frowns.“For what?”
