He snorted. “There’s nothing quick about getting my hands on you. Once you’re stripped naked, it’s all I can do not to thrust into your body and never come back out. I like being inside of you.”
She wiggled her hips, making him growl. “I noticed.”
“I need to make a call. I don’t like how out of control my wolf feels. If I ever hurt you, I’d never forgive myself.”
“Then make your call. But, um… untie me first?”
He smiled and kissed her again. “Deal. I’ll even bring you some food when I return. Don’t move from the bed.”
“You were serious about me not showering?” she asked, her eyes going wide.
“Yeah. If you wash off my scent, I can’t promise my wolf won’t come unglued and fuck the hell out of you again.”
Well, that put things into perspective. As he untied her, she remained on the bed. After he walked out of the room, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what was going on with her handsome wolf, and hoping nothing else bad was heading their way.
