Page 35 of Wolf's Providence

But to do that would be the complete opposite of everything that I had just told her. Told myself.

I dropped my hands, stepping back, barely holding on to my control. “We’ll figure this out,” I told her. “Together, right?”

Willow cleared her throat, her chin dropping, avoiding my eyes. “Yeah, of course. We make a good team.”

A team? We were so much more than a team.

Willow focused on the wall. “You should get some rest,” she said quickly. “I think the snow’s finally stopped. We can talk more later, but if we want to leave in the morning, we should rest.”

I dipped my chin in acknowledgment. The tension lay between us, thick and unresolved, but that was enough for tonight. She was doing so well, so strong. I walked to the door. Glancing back at her, I saw her arms wrapping around herself like she was holding herself together.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked suddenly.

“I’m resourceful,” I said with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

Willow looked at the chair. “Um, if you wanted?” She didn’t meet my eyes. “The chair will be free.”

“If you don’t mind?” I asked, dropping my hand from the door handle.

“No, of course not. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same place before.”

“Then I guess I’ll take the chair.”

Willow gulped but pretended this wasn’t a dangerous situation. “I’ll just wash up first,” she mumbled, practically running to the bathroom.

After she flicked the lock, I smiled as I heard her muttering to herself in the bathroom. Shirking off my jacket, I kicked off my boots, getting comfortable in the chair.

I could sleep in the same room and not touch her. I’d done it before. This would be fine. I wasn’t an animal. I could control my impulses.

Closing my eyes, I was sure I had everything under control until my eyes snapped open, my body tensing.

From across the room, originating from the bathroom, came an unmistakable scent.

Fuck.

ELEVEN

Willow

I leanedagainst the bathroom sink, gripping the cool porcelain with shaky hands, trying to steady my breathing.

This was insanity. None of this was normal.

I’d turned the water off, but I hadn’t moved. My pulse was racing, my skin was tingling, and it wasn’t from the cold. Leaning over, I turned the shower on. Looking down at myself, I saw my nipples peaked and clearly visible through my shirt. Stripping off my jammies, I stepped under the water, letting the warmth soothe me.

My body felt tense, a familiar itch scratching along my veins. Not the itch from the bond, this was a deeper, more primal need. I craved something.

Caleb.

He was so close, just in the other room. I could feel him like a second heartbeat, pulsing almost in rhythm with my own. The need for him was impossible to ignore.

Exhaling slowly, I tipped my head back, letting the water flow over me. I’d wash my hair and ignore any otherurgesI may be having. My fingers dug deep into my scalp, massaging methodically as I envisaged strong, long fingers entwined in my hair, holding my head where he wanted it. Wrapping my blondehair around his fingers as he held my head in place, as his cock thrust into my mouth.

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Pull it together,” I scolded myself. My body felt warm, and not from the hot water. Rinsing my hair, I picked up my body wash, trying to be quick, wanting out of the shower now. Despite my wishes, my hands moved slowly over my skin, tracing patterns on my skin that I remembered his hands making when we were together that one time in the car.

My fingers rubbed circles over my scars before sinking lower, tantalizingly close to where I needed to feel Caleb’s touch. Biting my lip, ignoring the small, breathy gasps I was making, I slipped one finger between my lips. I was so wet. My body was completely betraying me in ways I hadn’t expected. In a way I wasn’t ready to deal with. My eyes closed as I gently rubbed the ache between my legs, my knees weak as desire pulsed through me.

God, I needed him inside here with me. I needed him to touch me, fuck me. My head tipped back again as the sensations built steadily.

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