“I’m serious about the climax. I’ll move into the spare room, so it’s not as bad. Let me shower, and then we’ll go for that run.”
“If you shower, I’m going to have to shower,” I pointed out. “My wolf won’t let me leave you.”
“You can sit on the edge of the tub, and I’ll poke you every couple of seconds so the wolf doesn’t realize we’re not snuggling.” He stepped out of bed, crossing the room. He was clearly confident in his appearance, and he sure as hell had good reason to be.
I was less confident.
Especially considering the fact that he’d hooked up with a hundred super models and hadn’t so much as asked me if I wanted to have sex throughout the climax to make it shorter and less painful.
You’d better believe I would take any amount of horny pain over having sex with a guy who didn’t want me, though.
So I followed his gorgeous ass to the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub in the shower/tub combo. He threw part of the shower curtain over me, pretty much dragging me in with him. Water dripped down my face and body as he washed himself while I faced away from him, and he was poking my shoulder every couple of seconds as promised.
When he shut the water off, I was dripping wet, and even more annoyed than I’d been earlier.
“What bit you in the ass?” he asked me, frowning as he reached for a towel.
“Nothing,” I growled back.
He dropped the first towel on my head, and scrunched it over my hair. “Sorry, didn’t mean to soak you.”
“Sure you didn’t.” I stepped away from the tub, squeezing water out of my hair with the towel it was wrapped in as I moved.
“If you braid it, it’ll probably stay braided while you’re running,” Zed told me, gesturing to my long, wet strands. “It’s getting cold out there, but not cold enough to freeze your hair.”
“Didn’t know you were a weather man,” I drawled to Zed.
“It’s my favorite hobby,” he drawled back. “I just love staring at my instruments, trying to decide whether or not it’s going to rain that day.”
A snort escaped me. “That sounded so dirty.”
“A filthy mind finds dirt everywhere,” Zed said, tapping me on the forehead. His hand ran lightly over my shoulder before he brushed past me, headed toward his room and wrapped in a towel this time unfortunately. I followed him, my hair still bundled up and the rest of me naked.
“What was that, a proverb you just made up?” I shot back.
“If you want it to be.” He shrugged.
Damn, the way his muscles moved…
Was I drooling?
I better not be drooling.
“So are we putting on clothes to go shift forms?” I asked, changing the subject before my boobs ended up coated in the damn drool.
“I’m putting some shorts on, so I don’t end up with any of my packmates attacking me if their mates get a glimpse of my above-average package. You’re free to go naked if you want.”
So much for possessiveness.
I couldn’t hold back a snort anyway. “So humble.”
“When does it pay to be humble?” he glanced over his shoulder at me, his fingers skimming my arm when he realized he hadn’t poked me in a minute.
“You are just full of wisdom, aren’t you?” I shot back.
“Mmhm. Yep. That’s me.” He slung a hand through his long hair, which was no longer tangled, but did smell a bit flowery for some reason. The flower smell didn’t fit his manly-man body, but he was so damn masculine that it didn’t hurt his image, either.
I didn’t have any clothes in the room, so I stepped past him, brushing my arm against his, and grabbed a t-shirt from his closet.