Jo turned to Charmaine and pulled her into a quick hug. “I’ll see you later, okay? Let me know when you get to Lycan Heights.”
After I arranged cover to guard Wes, Charmaine nodded and headed off with Foster, climbing into the SUV and offering a quick wave out of the window as they drove away.
I reached for Jo’s hand, the desire to touch her always present. Once we were inside my car, I breathed a sigh of relief. We probably weren’t any safer — if Owen was prepared to have one of my cars pushed off a bridge, nothing would stop him having us tailed through town — but being with Jo definitely gave me a false feeling of control.
It was only a short journey from the hospital to home, and I felt even more secure once we got into the elevator. I hadn’t been lying — this was probably the safest place in the whole of the city for both women. Not many shifters would dare enter the home territory of another pack. Especially not a pack as well-known as mine.
I let us into my condo.
“Here we go.” My words were useless. Just nervous talking, and I didn’t do nervous. “Can I get you anything?”
“All my things?” she laughed. “I might like a shower, though, if that’s okay?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
Nudity wasn’t an issue for many wolves, and that was true for Jo as she started to strip off her clothes before she even reached the bathroom. My cock swelled as she walked across my living space, her movements lithe and graceful.
The shower started, and I listened for a few minutes, imagining the water cascading over her. Then I stood. I didn’t waste opportunities in business. So I wasn’t about to waste this one, either.
The air in the bathroom was warm and filled with steam, and Jo was silhouetted perfectly in my shower as she washed herself.
“Need any help with your back?”
Her movements stopped at the sound of my voice, but she didn’t protest as I climbed in with her, merely turning to face away from me as she handed me the sponge she’d been using. I ran it over her skin in light strokes, watching as the suds covered her.
When I’d rinsed the soap from her skin, I grabbed the shampoo and emptied some into my hand before rubbing it into her soaked hair. I pressed my fingertips to her scalp, kneading lightly as I massaged it.
She moaned and reached to support herself against the wall.
Immediately, I flashed back to a memory of supporting myself here while I stroked my cock.
But I refocused on Jo, and her pleasure and relaxation in my shower, as I washed her. She’d had a rough few days, and I wanted this part to be easy, without unnecessary demands from me. This was nice.
She was in my home. And sharing her shower was still intimate.
Probablymoreintimate than kisses or more.
She turned and pressed herself against me, her hard nipples resting against my chest. Her eyelashes were wet, water droplets glistening on them like tiny jewels, and her green eyes almost glowed the color of an emerald sea.
But it was her mouth…her lips that captivated me, and I lowered my head to claim them. Our kiss started soft, almost tentative as we explored each other’s mouths. I returned my hands to her hair, gently teasing the sodden strands, careful not to snag or pull.
At least until I wrapped the length around my hand and tugged her head backward. She gasped as I exposed the column of her neck, and I grinned as I moved my mouth down, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin there. Each time I grazed her with my teeth, I soothed her with my tongue and she drew in shaky breaths, her fingers digging into my ass.
I backed her against the tile and she made a squawking sound. “Cold,” she murmured.
I chuckled. “Yet you remain so hot.”
She laughed, then reached for me and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “Andyouare so hard,” she countered.
“I am?” I feigned surprise even as I gently rocked back and forth, thrusting in her loose fist.
“Oh yes.” She kissed the side of my jaw. “Very hard.”
I hesitated. I’d been enjoying washing her and taking care of her. But now that she had my dick in her hand, the rules seemed to have changed.
“Want to do something about it?” she continued. “Ah, the smallest brain,” she murmured as she continued to caress me. “Not sure much thinking goes on here, though.”
I chuckled, although my sound was surprised. I hadn’t expected her words.