“Jack.”
“Hey, he assumed I was with you,” Jack pointed out. “I just didn’t... correct him.”
When she turned her face away from me, I grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? How reckless?”
“I was fine.” Jack pulled her arm away from me. “I had it under control.”
"Sure you did. That’s why you had to sneak in here to get patched up.” I stepped back, letting her slide off the counter.
She pursed her lips, moving toward the shower. “It’s just a scratch.”
“If that were true, you wouldn’t need stitches.”
Jack unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, leaving her in a black and blue lace thong.
Swallowing thickly, I jerked my eyes to the ceiling. “What are you doing?”
Jack snorted and laughed dryly. “Showering of course. You’re acting like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
The sound of her pants dropping to the floor filled my ears, then what I assumed was her bra. I closed my eyes, not trusting myself not to accidentally look.
She was right. I’d seen Jack naked before. Several times over a course of a few hours. Except this wasn’t then. We were so all over each other that night that I hardly remembered if I’d even spent much time looking at her body closely.
Curiosity ate at me. Wondering if she looked the same or if she’d gained any new scars since the last time. And I’d be lying if the desire to look at her didn’t have something to down with my own caged need for her.
“That’s beside the point. I’m your superior. It’s not proper.” It was hard to sound authoritative without looking her in the eye, and her responding laugh told me as such.
“God, you’re such a prude.” The shower door opened, steam billowing out across the ceiling before it clicked closed again. “You can look now.”
Slowly, I dropped my gaze, thankful for the privacy frost that hid most of her body from my eager gaze. Still, I could make out every curve of her body. Her arms as they moved over her head, lifting her hair while she turned. I forced myself to take a stepback and then another, my eyes trained on her silhouettes every movement.
I cleared my throat. “You could have showered in your room.”
“That’s too far away.” Her hand reached for something and then the squelching sound of soap followed by the scent of my body wash hit my nose. “What if someone saw me? How would I explain all the blood?”
I barely registered her words, entranced by every swipe of her hands over her body. Finally, I snapped myself out of it, focusing on the counter as I leaned against the door frame.
“That’s precisely why it’s so dangerous for you to be going on hunts. Not to forget the fact that you went alone, but you are on an undercover mission right now. If they know you are a hunter, then the other supernaturals will clam up and you will ruin any progress we’ve made.”
I hoped reprimanding her would help remind me that, while currently I wasn’t her superior, once this mission was over, I would be so again. So I couldn’t pull that shower door open and spend the next hour licking the water from her skin. I had to keep a professional line between us. For my sake and hers.
“If they haven’t figured out that I’m a hunter based on who my parents are, I doubt they will now,” Jack explained and then — fuck me — bent over giving me a fuzzy view of her shapely ass through the shower glass. “Besides, I could tell them I got attacked because I’m a Durand. They’ll believe that quicker than that I’m a hunter undercover looking for rebel groups.”
I rubbed my eyes under my glasses. “You just admitted that you didn’t need to shower here. So that tells me you either didn’t think of that before or you’re just doing this to torture me. Either way, I’m close to the end of my patience.”
The water shut off and she popped her head out the door, water dripping from her hair onto the floor. “What are you going to do? Spank me?”
I didn’t bother answering her obvious attempt to get a reaction out of me. “You’re dripping everywhere.”
Not giving her the chance to tempt me further, I grabbed a towel and handed it to her. She took it with a smirk and had mercy on me as she wrapped it around herself in the shower before stepping out.
I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not the way the water slid over her body, dipping down her neck and making a path between her breasts. My eyes jerked up to meet her amused gaze.
“Your need to blow off steam didn’t have something to do with a certain werewolf, would it?” I hated to ask, but this was my mission too. If she was going to be out putting herself in danger every time she had a fight with her boy— ex-boyfriends, then I needed to know.
“Possibly,” she muttered, drying her hair with another towel. The one wrapped around her body barely held on for dear life over her generous curves.
I sighed. I had to do something about this before it got out of control. Today’s training sessions came to mind and I had an idea. One that would push me to the limits of my restraint but would at least keep the mission safe.
