Savage Awakening (Alpha Pack #2)(48)

Pulling open the glass door to the shower stall, he turned on the water and stuck his hand under it to test the temperature. When he deemed it satisfactory, he stepped inside and held out a hand. Though she could manage just fine, she took it, strangely touched by the gesture. None of her former lovers had ever cared about showering together, and certainly none had been very solicitous.

And that described Aric to a T as a lover, she soon learned. Kind and caring. Thoughtful. Such a contrast from his public persona, especially with his friends.

Shutting the stall door behind her, she stepped into his arms. He pulled her close again and she reveled in the sensation of his naked skin against hers. His tight rear end felt damned fine in her palms, perfectly round and smooth. His lips descended, warm and soft, the kiss every bit as deep as before but gentler. Searching. His tongue licked the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth, probed everywhere as though he had to learn every ridge.

Then his hand worked between them, fingers combing through her curls to find the nub of her clit. She widened her stance, encouraging his touch. He played, stroked and teased, sending little tingles to her limbs, revving her long-neglected libido into overdrive. Unable to resist, she wormed her hand between them as well and cupped his heavy sac, testing its weight.

He broke the kiss, groaning. "Fuck, yes, baby. Explore all you want. That's yours."

She liked that idea, a helluva lot. "This is all for me? Nobody else?"

"No one but you."

He sounded very serious, but it had to be a line. They'd met only days ago, not nearly enough time for any attachments to form. Right? It had to be a statement born of lust, nothing else.

The unwanted image of another woman pleasuring her wolf came to the fore, and she ruthlessly squashed it. He might not be hers, but she wouldn't allow reality to intrude on the here and now.

He spread his legs wider, making it clear he was a man of his word. She could do what she wanted and he'd enjoy every second. Carefully, she knelt and grasped the base of his c**k with one hand and steadied herself by holding on to his thigh with the other. Looking up, she admired how the water cascaded over his head, wetting his hair, and streamed down his chest and stomach, poured off his c**k and balls. He was like some water god come to life especially for her, and she wouldn't waste a moment.

Testing the seeping head of his penis with her tongue, she was surprised and happy to find that his flavor was sweet, unlike the salty bitterness of past lovers. Giving head wasn't her favorite thing, but for Aric she could change her mind.

She sucked on the spongy crown, smiling inwardly at the way he melted under her ministrations, making incomprehensible noises that might've been endearments. Or curses. Who knew? All she cared about was rendering the man incapable of speech. At least any that made sense.

She took him down her throat, loving that his entire length seemed to fit like a hand in a glove when this wasn't typically her forte. He was warm and slick, and she laved every vein and contour, eating him like a stick of candy. The man was putty in her hands and mouth, so she upped the ante, increasing the suction on his cock. A hand fisted in her hair and he increased his rhythm until his hips were snapping like a piston, f**king her face like there was no tomorrow.

She opened to him, squeezing his balls, hoping to make him lose control. Her efforts met with resounding success. After giving a series of quick thrusts, his body tensed, balls drawing up tight.

"Shit! Coming!"

He tried to pull out, but she held fast to her prize. Surrendering to her wishes, he came with a shout, his seed spurting hot and thick onto her tongue, down her throat. She drank him greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, though it wasn't easy. The man was loaded with cream and maybe hadn't enjoyed this in quite a while. Or so she hoped.

When he slumped against the tile, she licked away the last drops, then let him slip from her lips and smiled up into his sated face. "Damn, you taste good, my wolf."

"What?" He blinked at her as though startled.

"You taste good," she repeated.

"Oh. Thanks." Helping her up, he smiled. "I'd love to return the favor."

"You can, but I did that because I wanted to. I enjoyed it, very much."

He looked rather proud of that. "So did I, as if you couldn't tell. You're amazing, sweetheart."

She basked in his praise as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some into her palm, then his own. They lathered up, took turns rinsing, then soaped their bodies as well. She had fun sudsing his chest and back, not to mention his groin, making him laugh at her playfulness. He soaped her, too, paying special attention to her br**sts, tweaking the ni**les to hard peaks. Then he soaped between her legs, making sure to rub the sensitive slit so that she squirmed with arousal.

By the time Aric turned off the shower and handed her a towel, she was a ball of frustrated, excited desire. She needed the edge taken off, and fast.

They dried off and then Aric got out a blow dryer, saying that his hair was so long, it was a miserable, cold, damp mop if he let it dry naturally. Rowan itched to get her hands on his mane, and he relinquished the dryer and brush with a minimum of fuss. She had him sit stark naked on the toilet seat facing away from her, and tackled the glorious tresses with relish. As it dried, the mass was silky and shiny, and he practically purred with pleasure at the attention.

When it was sufficiently dry, she did her own, which didn't take nearly as much time, then switched off the dryer. "Have you always worn your hair long?" she asked, rolling up the cord and replacing the dryer in the cabinet.