Page 125 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I needed to send her home, but I couldn’t gather the energy to do it.

I was so fucking tired.

She lifted her duffel, trying to stow it on top of the shelving unit like I had done with mine, but she was too short.

I crossed the distance between us and took it from her. She didn’t protest when I set it where she wanted.

My free hand skimmed her waist, and she stepped back so she rested against my chest. I rumbled, and for once, it wasn’t the wolf.

I just ached for her.

“Thanks.” She tilted her head back and to the side, so our eyes met. “I need a shower after that drive. Wanna join?”

More than anything.

I needed to control myself, though. To leave distance between us. To?—

“You reek, so just come with me.” Nova captured my hand and towed me out of the closet.

Having her skin against mine made me feel like I could finally breathe again.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I forced myself to say.

She ignored me, turning the water on and tugging her shirt over her head.

My eyes were fixed on her curves as she dropped her bra too. Her leggings and thong followed.

My hands skimmed her bare sides before she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor with her clothes. I took care of my pants myself, and let her tug me into the shower behind her.

I couldn’t help but keep a hold on her hip while I continued taking her appearance in.

“You inked your throat without me.” The words came out lower than I intended.

“Silas did it. And he didn’t flirt, before you ask.”

I didn’t bother denying that I would’ve asked.

“It’s fucking hot.” I kissed the new ink. I’d explore it with my fingers and tongue at some point, too. “But you still aren’t supposed to be here.”

“And you aren’t supposed to be this hairy.” She ran a hand over what should’ve been stubble. Turning, she grabbed the waterproof electric razor I kept in the shower. “I like the lumberjack look, but we both know it’s not you.”

I grumbled but accepted it, pulling her body against mine and closing my eyes as I shaved.

She felt incredible.

Her slick hands were on my skin a moment later, soaping the back of my neck. They trailed down my shoulders and over my arms.

I bit back a groan when she stepped away from me and ran her hands down my abdomen. When she rubbed my erection, I did groan.

“Gorgeous…”

“I’m not trying to start anything, Savage. You look like you’re barely alive right now. I’m getting you clean so I can get you to bed.”

“You’re trying to take care of me?” I couldn’t hide my surprise.

“Not just trying. Iamtaking care of you.” She stepped around to my back and ran her hands over my shoulder blades. Another groan escaped me at her touch, and my cock throbbed.

“You don’t need to do that. You’re not supposed to?—”

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