Page 41 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I trailed off when he knelt, birds taking flight in my stomach, and I was both flustered and uncomfortable at having this man on his knees before me. I took a step away, only to slam up against the cool tiles of the shower. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Convincing you. I figured that if I can get you addicted to orgasms, it could be my foot in the door. Soon, I’ll just be able to look at you and your body will crave my touch. Eventually, you’ll figure out that you can’t live without me and will want my company.” He didn’t say anything more as he ducked his head, lifted my leg until it rested over his shoulder, then indulged in one long, delicious lick against my core.

All thought of protesting vanished at the first touch of his tongue, my whole body tingling. My nipples hardened, and I sagged against the wall behind me. The second lick was deeper, more thorough, and I grabbed the back of his head to keep him from leaving.

I swear to the gods that his tongue was actually textured, slightly rough in a way that had me straining for release in less than a minute. He lightly ran the tips of his claws along the backs of my leg, behind my knee, then up my thigh to drag over my ass. Then one of his hands delved between my legs, entering me lightly, and it was enough to set me off.

My head dropped back, my back arched, shoving my pussy farther into his oh so talented mouth, which just dragged out the pleasure even longer. Then the fucker purred, the vibrations felt more than heard, and I orgasmed again, harder and longer.

When my legs would’ve collapsed, he got to his feet and caught me close to his chest. I rested my forehead against his shoulder until my consciousness gradually returned. I let out a contented sigh, patted his chest, and found myself stroking him slightly.

With my ear to his chest, I could still hear that almost silent purr, and damned if my core didn’t clench with need. I didn’t think I would ever hear that sound again and not squirm at the memory. After a minute, I finally got my breath back. I tipped back my head, looked up at him…and found him watching me.

His expression was smug, the lower half of his face still glistening with my juices. He boldly licked it away as I watched, appreciation shining in his blue eyes.

“You enjoyed doing that?” Instead of embarrassment, I couldn’t contain my curiosity. “I’ve heard men find it a chore, if they even bother at all, but you seemed to take pleasure in it.”

Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “If men don’t enjoy it, then they don’t know what they’re doing. You taste divine, and I’ve already developed a craving.”

The shower gradually chilled, and Boone twisted to block the spray. He elbowed open the curtain, lifted me out and gently set me on my feet, then reached over, nabbed a small, thin towel, and did his best to wrap it around me, a heavy frown clouding his expression when it didn’t cover me adequately.

I grabbed the edges from him when he continued to fuss. He remained standing under the spray, still fully erect, despite the wet sweatpants covering him, and I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you need help taking care of that?”

He gave an almost silent snort and shook his head. “No. If you touch me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you. This is just the start of my campaign, so prepare to be wooed within an inch of your life.”

Smirking at my shocked expression, he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. When he straightened, I swayed toward him, wanting more, only for him to yank the shower curtain shut in my face and begin humming a jaunty tune under his breath.

I reared back, incredulous, and glared at the curtain.

There was a small rustling, then a pair of wet sweats plopped at my feet with a splotch. I whirled away with a snarl, annoyed that he could dismiss me so quickly. I toweled my hair dry, then froze when I noticed his shadowy form clearly outlined in the foggy mirror.

Where I watched him blatantly stroke himself.

I was so entranced that I didn’t notice when the towel slid from my fingers. I curled my hands into fists, almost able to feel the smooth glide of his cock against my palm. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t turn away, completely transfixed as I watched him pleasure himself.

When someone knocked on the door, I nearly leapt out of my skin. It jerked me out of my trance, and I hastily grabbed the stack of clothes, then fumbled with the pieces for a second. Heart rattling in my chest, I yelled at the door, “Just a minute.”

I was torn between being flustered and rip-roaring pissed at the interruption. Common sense returned gradually, and I couldn’t help being a little horrified by my actions.

How had I gone from a girl who wouldn’t even notice a naked man if he bumped into me on a street to being unable to stop thinking about cocks and sleek muscles and all the sex? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of such nonsense, I slipped on the pants, then pulled the shirt over my head, marveling at how well they fit, even down to the underwear.

The outfit was new, the tags already removed, and I couldn’t stop running my hands over the soft fabric. The clothes were simple but gorgeous, though more expensive than I normally choose. The first thing I learned while on the run was not to spend money on frivolous things. I’d gone without food too many times and learned that lesson early.

I expected the guys to pick the most impractical items, meant to look good but had the habit of crawling between my ass cheeks as if trying to become one with my vagina, but the bra and panties were both sexy and comfortable.

They also bought deodorant and a brush, and I quickly used both.

“What’s taking so long?” Instead of a knock, a heavy fist pounded against the door, rattling it alarmingly. I twitched, whirling to face the threat, the brush in my hand raised like a weapon.

Then I rolled my eyes, recognizing Burke’s impatient demand.

I lowered the brush, then reached for the door and wrenched it open.

And came face-to-face with a very impatient Burke. He towered over me, posture stiff, hands on his hips, his chest straining the fabric of his shirt. He glowered down at me, scanned me from top to bottom, then peered beyond me and searched the bathroom like he’d expected to find I was being held hostage or being fucked within an inch of my life.

I glared at the giant ass when I realized I would have been doing exactly that right now if he hadn’t called a halt to our fun.

But he didn’t notice my irritation, too busy glowering at his brother, who was still in the shower.

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