“Corinne is the only woman I’ve seen naked in person,” he said reluctantly. “And that was only when she was shifting.”
My eyebrows shot upward as I stepped beneath the hot water. “You’re joking, right?”
“If this was my attempt at a joke, you’d have your answer about my sense of humor.”
That was a good point.
“If you’ve never seen another naked woman in person, you’ve never had sex before,” I said.
“Correct.”
“Wow. No wonder you just want to be friends. You’re probably terrified.”
“I’m notterrified.” He growled that last word.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Twenty-nine.”
So I was also older than him. Probably only by a few months, but still.
“If I made it to twenty-nine without having sex and was facing the possibility of it for the first time, I’d be terrified,” I said.
He scoffed. “I would make you comfortable long before you got to the point ofterror, Hoover.”
I believed him.
And I wasn’t opposed to the way he’d used my last name. He’d clearly noticed me using his.
If I was both older and more experienced, I had an obvious job to accomplish.
“Come here,” I said.
“What do you mean, come here?” He was growling at me again. I was kind of starting to like it. That should probably have been concerning, but whatever.
“Just throw our greasy clothes in the tub and come into the shower.”
“You already pointed out that we don’t know each other.”
“And you already pointed out that I know more of your past than any of your friends. Also, that friends can have sex.”
Another growl tore through him, but he tossed my shirt into the tub and unbuttoned his pants on his way to the shower. They followed the path my shirt had taken, and he pulled the glass door open before stepping in after me.
“You are infuriating,” he said, his eyes scorching as they moved slowly over my figure. His cock was rock hard, and standing straight up for me. “Are you happy?”
“I’d be happier if you verbally admitted you’re attracted to me.”
“You want me to admit that I want you?”
“Yes, Jones. That’s exactly what I want.”
His nostrils flared. “Fine. I want you. I want you so fucking badly, I can’t think straight.”
“Good.” I put my hands on his chest and walked him backward two steps until his shoulders hit the wall.
Hot water fell over both of us, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t falter. “Tell me I can touch you,” I said.
He clenched his jaw. “You’re my mate. You can do anything you want to me.”
