Page 40 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
Conall headed to my bathroom and gently placed me on the plush rug. I slumped against him, tracing over his chest through his t-shirt.
“Nobody’s watching,” I muttered.
“What do you mean?”
“This is meant to be fake,” I told him. I gestured between us. “It doesn’t feel so fake anymore, does it?”
“We just… Need to get each other out of our systems, right?”
There was uncertainty in the way he said it, as if he didn’t quite believe it myself but he was trying to guess at my motives, too. It stung, but I’d said far worse to him before after we’d been passionate in the woods.
So I nodded, lolled my head on his shoulder, and before I could think about what I was doing, I had my lips on his neck, licking and kissing to bring myself down from the orgasm’s high. He smelt so good; I wanted to sink into his skin.
When the bath was finally ready, full of soapy bubbles, and a bottle of wine was on the side, Conall helped me in.
“Should I go?” he asked.
I propped my arm on the side of the bath, moaning at the heat of the water. I shook my head slowly. “Stay.” He leaned back, took off his shirt, and rebuttoned his jeans. He stayed like that, on the other side of the tub, respectful of my space as if he knew I needed it.
He grinned. “Shall I wash your back?”
I handed him the loofa as I poured myself a glass of wine.
Conall’s touches were slow and luxurious, and I was turned on again by the time he was finished and had me turn around. He circled the sponge around my neck and collarbones, his eyes fixed there.
“Would you wear a collar?” he asked. “Let me claim you like that?”
I said nothing, only smiled coyly. That voice in me beggedyes,do it, make me yours. The other fought defiantly.
Conall’s cheeks flushed. “We’ll talk about it another time, okay?”
His hand lowered, taking care of my breasts. When he washed one, he thumbed over my other sensitive nipple, and vice versa. He leaned in to kiss the wet peaks, flattening his tongue over them. I slid my fingers in his hair, sighing.
This felt like bliss.
It just couldn’t last.
But while it did, I enjoyed myself.
***
After my bath, I dressed in a short bathrobe. Conall wandered off, rooting through the fridge. I smirked to myself as I slid onto my bed, waiting…
“Takeout?” he asked. “You have no food.”
“I have food,” I insisted.
“I’m all up for healthy eating but, Sasha, you have a bag of spinach and a bunch of granola desserts in there.”
I grinned. “Cheat days are Saturday.”
“Well, you enjoy the bowl of spinach, I’m going out to get a burger from Jack’s.” He paused. “Can I come back here with dinner?”
I met his gaze, biting my lip. He was distracting, stood there in my bedroom,stayingwhen I thought he would make me orgasm, and then leave. Now, he wanted to bring me dinner. He glanced down, laughing, as he bent to pick something up. When he straightened up, he held my pink thong in his hand.
Keep a hold of yourself,I chided.
“Scratch that,” he said, tossing the underwear behind him. “I want fried rice.” He settled on my bed without asking first, and I laughed.
