Page 70 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Emmet startled beneath my palm, and I felt bad, moving to pull away immediately.He was probably still riled up after that fight or battle or whatever it was called.

But before I could remove my hand, his slammed down over mine, keeping my palms flattened tight to his chest.

“Don’t,” he murmured, and my heart squeezed.

Don’t leave.Don’t stop touching him.

That was what he meant, and I loved him so much right then.I unbuckled my seat belt, sliding to the middle of the truck.

“What are you doing?”he asked, frowning.

“I need to be closer to you,” I confessed, not even bothering with the middle seatbelt because we were already home.

“Come here,” he whispered, after shifting the truck into park.

Emmet turned sideways and dragged me over his lap, hugging me to his chest.

“Thought I lost you,” he said gruffly.

“You didn’t.You found me,” I said, smiling through my tears.

“Only cause you sent that shade after me, my clever girl.Fuck, Angel, I was so damn scared I wouldn’t get to you in time.”

“But you did.So, we don’t have to wonder what if.I knew you and Demon were going to come for me.”

“You did?How?”he asked, canting his head to the side.

“Because you love me.Both sides of you love me, just like I love you.Even if I hadn’t sent that shade, you would have found me.I believe that with every fiber of my being.”

“You think too highly of me, Angel.But I would have never stopped looking for you,” he said.

“I know.Now take me inside, mate,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck with my lips.

“I can do that,” he replied, gazing at me with a look of such raw hunger I felt it down to my toes.

Emmet carried me inside, not pausing for even a moment until we were both in the shower.He’d been naked after his shift, and even though I was wearing clothes, he didn’t seem to care.He just peeled them off me and tossed them into the sink, soaking wet.

“Turn around,” his voice was rough as he gathered a handful of shampoo and began washing my hair.

It was far too much, but I was not about to stop him.His fingers massaged my scalp, soothing all the aches and hurts.After checking my eyebrow in the mirror, I was relieved to see I didn’t need stitches.

Emmet had some medical glue in his first aid kit, and he’d cleaned and dressed my wound before we left.The rest of the Crew milled about, cleaning up and ridding the woods of evidence of the fight.

That they all showed up for me, fought for me, were there to help bring Emmet to me—it all just filled me with such gratitude and humility.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, but it was just all the emotion catching up with me.

“Shh, Angel.I got you,” he whispered, rinsing the shampoo, then working the conditioner through my long hair.

He turned me to face him, using a soft cloth to catch the three pumps of cocoa butter body wash he poured into the middle.Then he kneeled down, running the sudsy washcloth up and down my legs, hips, ass, and sex.

I bit my lip, loving the way he tended to me.I didn’t even mind that under these harsh lights he could see it all.Every dimple.Every extra pound.Every stretch mark and bulge.

The way Emmet looked at me—his eyes hooded, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths—set my heart racing.

Electricity sizzled in his glowing emerald gaze.The perfect blend of lust and unguarded adoration that made me feel like the only person in the room.

Every glance he shot my way seemed to strip away my insecurities, revealing a version of myself I hadn’t fully embraced yet.

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