Page 35 of Perfectly Leashed
“Nope.” Darcy smiled at him. “I can do this.”
Before he lost control, Luca exited the bathroom, breathing deeply as he listened to Darcy hum, and then the shower turned on. Luca wiped a hand over his face, walking toward the bed, sucking in much-needed air.
Ten minutes later, his mate emerged from the bathroom, a waft of steam billowing out as Darcy opened the door. “God, that shower felt good.”
He had a towel curled around his slim waist, tempting Luca in ways he’d never been tempted before. No one had ever turned him on so badly.
“Since I have some time off, which never happens, what do you want to do?” Darcy pulled the towel free and began to dry off. ¡Dios mío! “We still need to get your motorcycle from my place. Ooh! We could get something from the bakery downstairs while we’re there. How does that sound?”
“Bakery. Yeah.” Luca turned toward the open window, concentrating on the leaves that rustled in the wind, the smell of pine, and the sound of birds in a nearby tree. Anything to take his mind off the luscious body behind him.
Chapter Nine
Darcy knew exactly what he was doing. He was horny, but it seemed subtlety was lost on Luca. Although he could tell Luca was trying his best to be a gentleman.
Darcy didn’t want a gentleman. He’d gone from a passive, shy guy who couldn’t understand flirting if it smacked him upside the head to someone who was done sitting on the sidelines. Darcy didn’t just discover confidence. He’d discovered who he truly was.
A badass who would go up against anyone threatening his wolf.
And he damn sure was going to weaponize his new confidence. Luca was about to find out what the new Petty Crime Darcy was made of.
“Can you brush my wet hair?” He crossed the room and stood so close to Luca that he could smell his dark cologne. “It’s way easier if you do it for me.”
Yep. He’d chosen those words purposely. He was out to seduce Luca, so he would use any tactic he had at his disposal. His naked body. Shameful? Maybe. Did Darcy care he was throwing himself at Luca? Ask him that again in about an hour.
Darcy hadn’t even wrapped the towel back around his waist. It hung over his shoulder as he held out the brush.
So far Luca hadn’t made a move, hadn’t batted an eyelash or even openly ogled him, but Darcy was one determined man.
Not that he was some sort of seducer. He might’ve found his confidence, but that hadn’t come with instructions on how to go about getting the guy to fuck him into unconsciousness.
Luca was who he wanted. Who wouldn’t? Luca was flat-out gorgeous, with dark looks and those amazing dark gray eyes. He also had a body so cut that Darcy wanted to rub himself over every inch.
It was more than just sex that attracted Darcy to him, but right now, he couldn’t think past the erection that jutted between his own legs.
And Darcy knew Luca saw it. His eyes kept lowering before pulling back up to the brush in Darcy’s hand.
Luca worked the tangles out with gentle strokes. Feeling those strong fingers gliding through his hair made Darcy shiver.
“Cold?” Luca asked, voice two octaves lower.
Darcy hid his smirk. “I could use some warmth.”
Luca’s nostrils flared as his gaze once again lowered to Darcy’s cock. “You are playing with fire, mi amor.”
Fuck pretense. Darcy moved closer, crowding into Luca’s personal space. “What if I want that fire to consume me?”
“You’re torturing me on purpose, mi cielo?” Luca moved until Darcy was pinned against the wall, but still left enough room so his mate knew he had a choice to stay or move away. He stayed. “You have no idea what’s going on, my little human.”
“Then tell me,” Darcy said. “I know it’s something, because I shouldn’t want to be near you every second of the day. That’s not normal, Luca.” Not when the need felt so intense, when the thought of anyone harming Luca had completely flipped Darcy’s world. He’d gone from sipping coffee with the mechanic who could control dogs to wanting to belong to Luca so badly he practically ached with the need.
“My wolf has chosen you, cariño,” Luca said with a soft growl. “Mi elegido.”
“Chosen one.” What the translator had told him. “What does that mean? I think I know, but… tell me, Luca.”
“It wants to claim you. I want to claim you, mi guerrito.” He cupped Darcy’s jaw. “I would bind you to me for all eternity.” His finger ghosted over Darcy’s bare shoulder. “Bite you right here to bind our souls.”
Hard reality check. “Did you just say forever? Wolves don’t mess around, do they?” He’d just wanted to seduce Luca and get laid. “Do you have to bite me if we have sex?”
