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Beckett turned Santee around and marched him into the bathroom. This was the first time Santee had seen it, and he loved how spacious it was. There was even a shower stall with multiple showerheads and glass walls where nothing was left to the imagination.
“To answer your question, I wouldn’t have nibbled your neck if you still smelled like skunk.”
“But Milly—”
“Is being overly cautious. That’s just who she is.”
“Duncan said I smelled like a bag of barf.”
Beckett growled. “He’s just fucking with you. My idiot brother loves being an asshole. Remind me to neuter him later.”
Santee nodded, trusting that Beckett was telling him the truth. That his mate would always tell him the truth, even if it was something Santee didn’t want to hear.
Santee yelped when he walked into the stall. Beckett had pinched his butt.
“If you don’t like that, I won’t ever do it again.” Beckett closed the stall door. “You’ll have to let me know your boundaries, Santee. Especially with your past. I don’t ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or evokes bad memories.”
Santee turned to look at Beckett. “Marvell never pinched my butt.”
“God, you’re so freaking innocent for what you went through.” Beckett pressed his lips against Santee’s temple. “I meant I don’t want to do anything that scares you. I want whatever we do to be pleasurable for both of us.”
Standing there while Beckett turned the shower on, Santee thought about what his mate had just done. “I don’t think I’m a fan of butt pinching. Not because of the abuse, because I just don’t like it.”
“Fair enough.” Beckett nodded. “I get easily turned off when someone messes with my feet.”
Santee liked getting to know more things about his mate, especially intimate things. “My hands will never go below your ankles.”
Beckett smiled. “Turn around so I can wash the baking soda and vinegar off of you. I only want to smell your natural fragrance.”
“What do I smell like?” Santee asked as Beckett shampooed his hair. Holy smokes. Santee never knew letting someone else wash his hair could feel so dang good. His eyelids fluttered closed as his head fell back, a groan slipping from him.
“I take it you like me washing your hair?”
“God yes,” Santee murmured.
“You smell like crisp, clean, freshly fallen snow to me.” When Beckett’s fingernails scraped Santee’s scalp, he nearly came from the sensation. Okay, so he’d just learned something new about himself.
Santee wanted to be bold, to assert himself with Beckett. He might not be experienced, but he’d seen enough movies and television shows to know how to seduce someone.
Then again, he’d watched entertainment, so everything he’d learned might be bullshit. He was about to find out.
After Beckett washed the shampoo out of his hair, he turned Santee around and grabbed a rag and the body wash. Santee simply stood there, waiting.
His mate seemed focused, his hands gliding over Santee’s body almost clinically. He’d said that, right now, things were nonsexual, but Santee wanted to have sex with Beckett more than anything. Just having the guy this close to him was making his cock hard.
And it was evident since his dick was at full salute.
When Beckett’s hand slid over Santee’s hip, Santee couldn’t hold back. Santee grabbed his mate by his nape and yanked him down for a searing kiss, grinding his hard cock against Beckett’s thigh.
Beckett slid his tongue up Santee’s ear, slowly moving him back, trapping Santee against the shower wall, one of Beckett’s hands on either side of his head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”
Santee groaned at the thickness he heard in Beckett’s voice.
“Maybe I don’t want things to be nonsexual right now.” Santee slid his arms around Beckett’s wet shoulders, letting his fingers play in the man’s short hair. Beckett nuzzled his neck, one of his hands lowering to tweak and pull at Santee’s nipple.
Desire swept through Santee, his cock becoming impossibly hard for his mate, no longer caring what his nipples looked like just as long as Beckett didn’t stop touching him.
“I think you’re clean enough.” Beckett twisted to the side and shut off the water. Then he backed up, took Santee’s hand, and guided him to the bedroom but not before grabbing two towels.
