Page 42 of Bait Wolf
Then, I reached for the bottles on the rack and spent a few minutes washing myself down and smelling all the different soaps.
I felt downright luxurious as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped an impossibly soft towel around myself. My god, were towels supposed to be this fluffy? The rich reallydidhave it all.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“I got some fresh clothes for you,” Coal said, not coming straight in. The fact that he was offering me privacy made me blush for some reason.
I glanced in the mirror quickly, seeing my wet hair and flushed face, but most of me was hidden behind the towel, so I cracked the door to find Coal looking incredible in gray slacks and a green sweater that set off the creamy tone of his skin and the warmth in his damp hair.
He smiled at me, and my gaze drifted to his yummy lips before I tore them away, fixating on the folded clothes he was holding out for me.
“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling them inside and closing the door between us.
I shook them out, seeing what he’d given me and pulled them on self-consciously, avoiding looking in the mirror until I was dressed.
The loose boxers didn’t do much to fill out the pants, but the t-shirt under the thick sweater helped. I didn’t look as bony as I expected to, even with the outfit swimming on me.
I bent and folded the pants a couple times before opening the door again.
Coal wasn’t there but I heard him downstairs, moving around.
I followed the sounds to the kitchen and leaned against the entryway, watching him as he made sandwiches.
When he caught sight of me, his eyes warmed imperceptibly and he set down the knife he was holding, coming to stand in front of me, taking my hands in his own.
“It doesn’t look bad,” he said, his gaze sweeping over me. “But I want to get you clothes that fit.”
He tugged me forward, pulling me into his embrace.
I let him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Mm. There is something about seeing you in my sweater that’s doing things to me,” he admitted.
He pressed his nose to my neck, inhaling and making me shiver.
“You smell more like soap than me now,” he said and when he pulled back, he was pouting.
I laughed, pushing him playfully.
“No one is going to missthis,” I informed him, tugging the sweater to the side to reveal his bite mark. “And I’m sure the hulking alpha at my side will set them straight if they do.”
He laughed this time, and I realized it was the first time I’d heard it.
Coal’s laugh was as big as he was. Boisterous and contagious and I wanted more of it. The happy version of Coal that I was only now glimpsing.
“Hulking, am I?” he asked, pulling me to the counter and pushing a plate toward me.
“I thought we were going to go get food?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment. He noticed though, of course.
“We will,” he promised and bent to kiss my cheek and then my lips in apology. By the time he pulled back, I forgot what he was apologizing for.
“I wanted to take you somewhere nice, but we missed lunch and the restaurant I like doesn’t open again until five. So, I thought we’d eat here, do some shopping, and then head there for dinner?”
I nodded, smiling.
“That’s perfect,” I reassured and he returned my smile, warmly.
We ate in silence. I devoured the food. It was probably basic, but I hadn’t had basic in a long time and good bread, spread, and deli meat were enough for me to moan with each bite.
