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EIGHTEEN
When he was done eating,we headed up to the shower. Honestly, I was kind of nervous about the whole thing. Not because of my wolf taking over like last time; she hadn’t made a peep since I shifted back to human form.
But because Ford and I were both very, very naked, and I was still insanely aware of that.
I’d kind of hoped I’d get used to Ford’s body, that it would stop affecting me so damn much, but no luck.
I still wanted him.
Badly.
He walked ahead of me—I think he was trying to be polite so I didn’t feel his eyes on my ass or anything—but watching his legs and butt as he climbed the stairs sure as hell didn’t help anything.
I followed him into the shower, and when he turned the water on with a tap to the keypad thing, I abandoned all logic and ducked under one of the showerheads without giving the water time to warm up.
My body shuddered as the icy stream washed over my skin, and Ford’s arms wrapped around me before he dragged me off to the side. “What are you doing?” he growled at me.
“Cooling off?” I said, teeth chattering.
“Why the hell would you need to cool off?”
“Because I’m so damn horny I can’t even think straight.”
His arms pulled me tighter to his chest. “You know I can help you with that. I’d be thrilled to help you with that.”
I groaned and dropped my head to his shoulder. “That definitely doesn’t make me less horny.”
“How often were you with Reed?” he asked me. The words came out sounding a bit gruff, and I got the feeling he wanted the answer as much as he didn’t want the answer.
“Let’s not talk about that.”
“You were with the guy for a reason, Ebb. Even if I’m currently imagining his body in a casket.”
I snorted. “Sounds like a healthy train of thought.”
“Healthier than actually committing murder.”
Valid point.
“It doesn’t really matter, though. How often we were together—it doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means you’re used to having a certain amount of sex, and you’re going to feel the lack of it. And I don’t want you to feel that.”
Damn it all, why was I even arguing with him about this? “Fine. We were together at least twice a week, sometimes three or four times,” I grumbled into Ford’s shoulder.
“And how often do you use that vibrator I found in your underwear drawer?”
Shit.
“Ford,” I started, then stopped. “Alright, fine. I like sex, and it’s killing me to look at you without touching you and licking you.”
“Good.” He tilted my chin back and captured my lips with his, walking me backward as his tongue tangled with mine. We tasted like eggs and dirt, but somehow, the way his mouth collided with mine was still just everything.
My back hit the wall of the shower, and Ford caught my wrists one at a time, lifting one over my head, and then the other. Though the tile was cool and smooth against my skin, my body was heating right up.
And… I didn’t want to take things slow anymore.
Not physically, at least.
