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“They can find us in Tolerance and share the news of what they found there,” Turik said. “You’re too cold to stay outside.” He took off running again.
However, the group rejoined us a few minutes later and said they found more infected not far from where we’d been. Apparently, the humans had fired the shots and ran off before the fey had arrived.
My thoughts immediately turned to Nat, and Turik seemed to notice because he pressed a kiss to my temple and murmured that I was safe.
“I know I am.” I snuggled against him and petted his chest, hoping he would know I did believe him. It just didn’t remove all worry.
Arriving home blood-splattered with the canoes didn’t draw any extra attention. It was just another business-as-usual day, and I was kind of glad for that. There were no delays getting back to the house.
“Do we need to tell someone about the infected sighting at the lake or the gunshots?” I asked, shivering as Turik unzipped my jacket and tugged off my sweater.
“No. Our brothers will let Drav know,” Vorx said, answering me before looking at Turik. “I’ll warm her in the shower while you make her something to eat.”
Turik grunted, and I found myself in Vorx’s arms between one heartbeat and the next.
“What about your stitches? They shouldn’t get wet, should they? And don’t I have a say in any of this?”
“Of course you do. If you prefer I warm you the same way Turik did, I am willing. Pussy-cock hugging looked enjoyable.”
He shot me a sly grin, and I shook my head.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
He continuedto the bathroom and sat me on the counter.
“Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” I said, giving his back a glare when he turned away to start the shower.
“If you were, you would not be shaking with cold. Let me help you, Shelby.”
He said it so reasonably that I stayed on the counter and waited. As soon as the water was on, he faced me. The hunger in his hooded gaze, which lingered on my face, set off another shiver.
“Are you sure this is about warming me?”
“Yes. And proving I am better at it than Turik.”
His cocky smirk did me in. When he reached out for my foot, I lifted it willingly and watched him remove first one sock then the other. His fingers brushed my right arch, and an involuntary giggle escaped me.
“Ticklish,” I said.
He grunted, tossed my socks aside, and nudged my legs wide to step between them. I stared up into his gold and green eyes, feeling that curl of anticipation gathering in my middle as he eased my shirt over my head. His touch skimmed up my arms, setting off another wave of shivers, before he reached behind me and removed my bra.
He didn’t grab for me or leer at what he uncovered. But he did glance. The desire in that one look heated my blood, and I could tell by how he quickly focused on my jeans that he wanted to do more than simply look. His attempt at detachment made me want him to do so much more.
In that sexy one-handed move some men could master, he removed his own shirt and tossed it aside. I cleared my throat at the rippling display of muscle and focused on the stitches over his ribs.
“I was serious about the stitches. Can you get them wet?” I asked as steam filled the room.
“They need to come out. I think a shower will make that easier.”
“But what does Cassie think?”
He shrugged and reached for the button of my jeans. Oh, the things it did to me to watch him undo them. With my jeans open, he met my gaze again and waited for me to make the next move. I set my hands on the counter and hooked my bare feet around his hips.
The smirk curving his lips stole my breath while the man stole the rest of my clothes.
While my blood ran hot, the stone counter still felt warmer than my bare ass when he set me down again. But not by much. And that difference dwindled further when he removed his own pants, showing off the massive erection he sported.
