Page 28 of The Price They Paid

“Understood.”

“I can go and get Maddox for you.” Why was I so damn nervous suddenly?

“I want you …”

My mouth went dry suddenly, and I licked my lips quickly. Did he just say that he wants me? “Let me get the rest of your things.”

I headed into the master bathroom to retrieve his shaving kit. I set it up beside him on the table then turned to leave again. “I need to change.”

“No.” The denial was simple and final. I exhaled slowly.

Seuss watched as I headed over to him and began to undress him from the waist up. I leaned into him while pulling up his shirt, and he leaned forward to sniff the side of my neck. My breathing became labored, and our eyes met with an intensity what shook me to my core.

“You’re coming into your heat,” he whispered against my ear. “You smell ripe. Sweet. Delicious”

Forget what he was saying. His hands were everywhere leaving heat in his path. “Seuss …”

Seuss groaned and sniffed the crook of my neck again. He trailed his tongue across the same spot and I gasped. My nipples pebbled against his chest alerting him even more to my arousal.

“Sweet …” He nipped the side of my neck shocking my senses. “Fucking heavenly.”

“I … Mmm …”

Seuss released me and leaned back as if nothing had happened. I was fevered and ready for him to take me. What kind of game was this? I huffed and went to work on him with arousal buzzing through my veins.

I began washing him and following the contours of his chest like my own personal map. I knew every mark and scar on his body. It’d done nothing to diminish the appeal of it. His muscles flexed underneath the cloth, and I focused on making them submit to my will as I massaged the soap into his skin with my hands before washing it away. I removed his bottoms and ignored his shaft. The man was always partially erect and now was no different.

Seuss was a sexy god with a body that I was dying to taste. He was a masterpiece that I tended to with great care. The dirty thoughts racing through my mind weren’t from the part of me that wanted him healthy. It was from the woman that wanted him as hers. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but I couldn’t help but dream.

Seuss’ hips and thighs seemed to be much warmer than the rest of his body. When I washed him there he gripped the sheets and closed his yes. At first, I thought that I was hurting him, but when I asked if he was okay his gruff reply told me all that I needed to know. His cock was all that was left, and I took my time getting to it.

When I took it in hand, his eyes seemed to glow brighter. The cloth was nice and soapy, so he was lubricated nicely. He hummed, and I stroked him slowly, enjoying him. He watched me intently, and I never looked away. I twisted my wrists around him, and he hissed as his eyes burned even brighter. I smiled before cupping his sack and cleaning it gingerly.

After rinsing him clean, I reached for his clothes, but he refused them. I covered him with his sheet and removed my boots to get on to the next phase of things. I started to get on the bed to work on shaving him but remembered that he was only wearing a sheet. A mischievous smile laced his features, and I cursed myself for teasing him during the bath.

“Are you washing my hair as well?” he asked.

I bit the side of my lip. I had enough water to do it all but none of it seemed safe. “Let me go change first.”

“No.”

I sighed. Maybe he could deny me, but I wasn’t as strong. I straddled his hips slowly and he closed his eyes. I didn’t know that wolves purred. Or maybe it was a low growl. Either way, when I brushed through his hair he was like putty in my hands. He watched me intently, and while it made me nervous, it also aroused me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, just that he seemed to be assessing me carefully. My mouth was close to his even though his head was tilted backwards. I fanned his hair out so that it could dry while I shaved him.

I was in the middle of lining up the hair on his cheek when he decided to be brazen. “Do I get a kiss when this is over?”

I cleared my throat. Did he remember? “What made you ask that?”

“Because I did the last time.”

I could only imagine how the color of my face deepened right now. I was embarrassed, and I had nothing to say for it.

“Or do I have to be passed out for that?”

I playfully hit his chest, and he laughed.

“There won’t be any kissing.” I poked his chest for emphasis. I cleaned him up and was about to stand when he grabbed my thighs holding me in place.

“I’ll take my kiss now.”

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