Instead of words for an answer, she felt his hands come up and cradle her breasts, lifting them from where they were sitting on her middle, and pinching the tips. She moaned at the sensation, amazed at how good it felt to have him touching her. He loved her breasts as much as she knew he would, and she straightened up into a kiss, his lips there and waiting for her.
Standing upright in the shower was nearly impossible when Henrik was both kissing her and toying with her nipples, but she managed to do it, using his body to anchor herself with her hands on his shoulders. He rolled and plucked at her nipples, teasing the already hardened points even more, making her moan into the kiss. She was desperate for him, desperate to have more, but she wasn’t done showering yet, and he had barely started.
“Henrik, let me wash my body,” she murmured between kisses, trying to pull away but unable to.
“Let me,” he growled, his fingertips leaving her nipples alone as he massaged her breasts. “Let me rub down every inch of you.”
She couldn’t say no to that.
Violet handed over one of the wash cloths she had brought in with her and the bar of soap, and shivered as Henrik told her to turn around. He ran the soapy washcloth across her back, scrubbing quickly but efficiently, running down her arms and up, then across to her chest. He didn’t run the cloth over her breasts, but instead ran it underneath, along her rib cage, and then lower, across her belly, then underneath it.
Something about this, about him washing her, was so absurdly intimate in a way she had never expected, and her face burned a little as he ran the cloth to her back again, up and down then over her hips, washing everything in the middle up.
“Umm, you forgot something,” Violet teased, and leaned back against him as he pulled the cloth away.
“Wanted to soap those up personally,” Henrik answered as his hands, now soapy and slippery, cupped her breasts from behind. She mewled, amazed at the feeling of his thumbs trying but failing to pinch the tips, and shivered a little.
They weren’t done washing yet, but she was half convinced to say screw it.
“Oh my god, Henrik, my feet are gross from my boots, so you have to finish, and you need to be washed, so—”
“Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy here, Little Witch. Smells so fuckin’ good in here. You know what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you?”
She had no idea what she was doing to him, but whatever it was, it must be working in her favor. Her blood was racing in her veins, her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest, and every part of her was longing for him.
“Almost done,” she promised, and smirked as she grabbed the washcloth from where he left it on the rail.
She wasted no time, knowing he would end her washing if she took too long, scrubbing her legs and her feet clean, wanting to feel completely refreshed after their trip in the woods. She also hadn’t been the paragon of cleanliness while she had locked herself away in the house, so she wanted to be entirely clean, even if Henrik insisted he didn’t care.
Shecared. She wanted to feel pretty. She wanted to smell nice.
Even if the scent of her ovulation now had a permanent gold ring glowing around his eyes.
Her private parts were last, and she tried to keep it as unsexy as possible, knowing how on edge he was. A quick scrub of herself, and then she was rinsing. He was still watching her, rather than washing himself, which was really impossible given the size of the shower, but the longer he took, the longer she would have to wait.
“There, all done,” she said, and reached to open the shower to climb out.
“No, don’t you move,” Henrik growled, and took a step forward. Violet took a step back, more out of instinct than anything else, and her back hit the shower wall, underneath the showerhead. The water was hitting him in the shoulder, but he didn’t seem to notice as his eyes focused entirely on her.
“What do you want me to do?” Violet asked in a breath, her eyes trailing down his body. “Do you want me to wash you?”
“Hands above your head,” he ordered, and reached down to stroke himself. “Just... don’t fuckin’ move. Might lose it if you’re out of sight... or touchin’ yourself.”
Very well then.
Henrik wasted no time at all, soaping up the washcloth withherviolet soap, which was absolutely amazing, and started washing himself. His eyes never left hers as he scrubbed his arms, abdomen, and legs, and he rushed to run a little water through his hair, having to fully bend at the waist to do it. It was only once his back was left that he hesitated, and she reached out one of her hands, removing it from the wall as she did so, to offer to help.
“Fuck,” Henrik groaned, and shivered as he handed her the washcloth. “Never thought I would become a brute at the scent of my mate, but I get it. Feel more like a bear than a wolf right now.”
“I’ve met bear shifters,” Violet commented as she went onto tiptoes and scrubbed his back. “They’re normally pretty dorky.”
“Just like I used to be?” he asked, glancing over at her as she finished up.
“You still are,” Violet answered, rolling her eyes. “Even underneath all that charm and swagger, you’re still the boy who stole my heart with sweet little love notes.”
“I’m a man now,” Henrik pointed out as he tried to puff out his chest, despite having to bend over. “A fully grown wolf.”
“My fully grown wolf,” she added while dropping the wash cloth and turning off the water. “My soulmate.”