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The idea that I could unwind him, relax him, brought me immense satisfaction.
“You can touch me,” I told him, sliding between him and the wall he was using for support. My hand remained around him, trapped between us, and I slowly pumped up and down his length.
He hissed when I swiveled my hand, his free hand finding my tit, and he jerked his hips when I picked up speed.
He came quickly all over my belly, already primed from touching me, I guess.
And tasting me, maybe.
Crushing me to his chest, he held me tight as he leaned heavily on the shower wall.
“Fuck, Ebb,” he groaned into my still-disgusting hair. “You’re so damn incredible.”
I bit my lip, trying not to smile against his chest. “I try.”
His hand stroked slowly over my back. “Thank you.”
“I don’t want you hurting any more than you want me hurting,” I told him, my voice soft. “I know I haven’t been a werewolf long, but I still feel strongly about you.”
“Thank you.” His hand dipped down and squeezed my ass. “For the record, you can touch me like that any time you want.”
I laughed. “I know.”
“Good.” He chuckled again. “Alright, I need to get you cleaned up so you can get to studying.”
I nodded against his chest, though I was starting to feel pretty damn tired.
We washed up quickly, and then made a trip down to the garage, where he pulled a box containing a second desk identical to his off a shelf. He explained that he’d bought it when he’d redone his office the year before, just in case his mate had a desk job like his.
He set the box down in the middle of the office, and then we went back to the garage so he could grab the box that held the matching (though slightly smaller than his) chair.
I got comfortable in the hallway, where I could still see him, my laptop set up on the ground in front of me while I plopped down on my stomach with one of the bed’s pillows under my chin for support.
Though I opened one of my courses’ pages online, my gaze lingered on Ford, watching him set up the parts for the desk.
Brainy, handy, and sexy… he was the perfect package.
My eyelids grew heavy as I directed them back to my laptop’s screen, trying to get my mind to focus. I only made it maybe five minutes before they closed completely, and I was out cold.
“Ebb,”Ford murmured, his hand stroking my arm lightly. The smell of coffee had me cracking my eyes open, and my gaze immediately landed on the cup in his hand.
I didn’t drink coffee every day, but I did when I needed it. And this was definitely one of those days.
My exhaustion was heavy, but I sat up and reached for the cup.
Ford handed it over, his lips curved in a soft smile as I rubbed my eyes with one hand while lifting the coffee to my mouth with the other.
I took a sip then murmured, “How long was I out?”
“About three hours. I figured you’d need a little rest to focus on your schoolwork.” He gestured to my laptop, which was closed and plugged in a few feet away from me, on the nightstand.
I wasn’t in the hallway anymore… I was in his bed.
“You moved me?”
“Yup. Didn’t want you waking up sore after sleeping on the ground.”
That was sweet.
