Page 9 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

Olive turned to face me, her long hair messier than it had been a few moments earlier. Her gaze met mine before my eyes moved down the front of her.

I could’ve come at the sight alone.

Her bra was so thin, I could see through the small triangles of fabric, and her thong hardly covered anything.

“Your turn, Hun,” she said, her voice not quite as playful as before.

The woman looked so good, I didn’t give a damn what she called me.

I hadn’t realized she wanted me in the bathtub with her, but I wasn’t about to turn her down.

I tugged my black t-shirt over my head, dropping it on her pile of clothes.

She would smell like me when she got dressed. The way she should.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my thighs. Her gaze fixed on my cock, and it throbbed again for her.

She watched me step out of the pants before she finally met my eyes again. “Let’s leave our underwear on for the bath.”

My forehead creased, but she had already spun around. Olive climbed into the tub, and I was momentarily distracted by her ass.

Again.

I grabbed my phone off the bathroom countertop and connected it to the TV, pulling up my music streaming app before I handed her the device. She accepted it—while she added soap to the tub, creating bubbles that were already concealing half of her body from me.

I stepped into the tub after her. It was big enough that we both fit, but not so big that we could do so without touching. Her legs tangled with mine as she settled back down and started playing some music.

I barely noticed the beat of the folk song she turned on.

Olive had my complete attention.

And it didn’t pass my notice that her behavior had changed completely.

“You’re trying not to look at me. Why?” I asked.

“I’m not.” She met my gaze, but she no longer looked comfortable. Or energetic, like she had earlier.

Had I done something wrong?

Shit.

Reaching beneath the bubbles, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto my lap. Her eyes were wide when they met mine straight-on, and her hands landed on my bare chest.

Fuck me, having her weight resting over my body like that was nearly enough to get me off.

“Something’s wrong. What is it?” I asked, my voice growing rougher.

What if she’d changed her mind?

Or she wanted to leave?

I wasn’t sure how I’d convince myself to let her go, but?—

“Your cock is huge,” she said, cutting off my obsessive worry.

I blinked.

She reached up to brush some hair off her face, and accidentally spread bubbles over her cheek. She’d added way too much soap.

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