Page 131 of Big Bad Wolf

“And I want to see your workshop.”

He removed her bra with a deft flick of his fingers and let it drop. Ruby shimmied out of her skirt and tights. Rafe’s hands skated over her hips and into the dip of her waist. Steam filled the small space.

“You can see everything.”

“Hm, okay.” She reached for his jeans, but he grabbed her hands.

“Ruby,” he warned.

“Yes?”

“I’m trying to take care of you.”

She pulled her hands from his and slid his pants over his hips. His cock was hard and heavy in her hand. Werewolf genes. Goddamn.

“I think this is a very good way to take care of me.”

“Ruby, you’re hurt.” His fingers ran over her arm as he gently undid the bandage and for the first time in the past several hours, she felt the pain emanating from the wound. “You need to rest.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and ushered her into the shower.

“At least you can join me.” She tugged him in with her, making it far too crowded in the tight space, but seeing Rafe wet and soapy would be totally worth it.

Apparently, he felt the same way about her because he wasted no time lathering her up. His big hands gently washed away the dirt and the sweat from their little romp.

He eyed her injury like he wanted to resurrect those wolves just so he could kill them again. She ran a hand across his chest. “It’s okay. They’re gone. I’m safe.”

Rafe blew out a long sigh. It would take him a long time to believe she was safe, she knew that. After everything he’d lived through, she knew it would take more than a little fucking and biting for him to trust that she was really here and safe and his, but Ruby would tell him every damn day.

“And what if they’re not?”

“Rafe—”

“No, really. This isn’t me being … me.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, sending water droplets down his forearm. “What if they keep coming until they get what they want?”

A shiver ran up Ruby’s spine, remembering Wyatt’s words and Knox’s visit to the bar. But bringing up Rafe’s brother was the last thing she wanted to do right now. “Then we’ll face it together.”

He stared at her a moment longer before nodding. “Together.” He ran his assessing gaze over her one more time. His eyes turned dark with hunger and Ruby bit down on a smile. Clearly, his thoughts had turned to more pressing matters. He tore his gaze away to pour shampoo into his palm, and Ruby groaned as he massaged it into her scalp.

“Turn,” he commanded and she did.

He lathered her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp as the warm water ran over her breasts and stomach. She moaned and she felt his cock slide against her ass.

“Turn.”

She giggled and did as she was told, letting him rinse the suds from her hair. Face to face now, his cock slipped against her soap-covered stomach.

“Rafe, please.”

He groaned, pressing against her more urgently, water trickling down between them. She ran her fingers through his wet hair and licked the water dripping off his jaw.

He dropped to his knees in the shower before she could protest, his mouth between her legs before she could breathe. He hoisted her leg over his shoulder, warm water raining down over them.

“Shit.” She leaned her head back against the wall as Rafe worked his tongue over her clit, sending pleasure skittering down her legs and curling her toes. He hummed against her, the vibration making her moan.

“I knew,” he said, his head still between her legs. “I knew as soon as I tasted you that you were mine.”

“Rafe.” She groaned his name, all other language evaporating from her head. It didn’t take long, her orgasm winding tighter and tighter until finally rolling through her like a wave. Rafe placed a kiss on her thigh as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Seriously, so good at that,” she murmured.

Rafe smirked. He stood, his gaze landing on her hands. “I did that?” His eyes went dark as he studied the scrapes on her palms.