Page 19 of Shifters' Fated Summer
My hands shook as I pulled the shirt over my head anddropped it on the floor beside me.
Luca dipped his head, his eyes grazing over me. A deep groan rolled from his chest. “Summer.” His head turned away again, purposefully not looking at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“I thought wolves didn’t do privacy,” I teased, my voice a dry whisper.
His exhale was as shaky as mine, and I realized with a start that his hard cock was straining against his jeans, pressing against my bare thigh.
“Let’s get you into the water,” he muttered.
Neither of us moved for a moment until his throat bobbed and he sank his teeth into his full bottom lip.
Fuck, I wanted to bite that lip so badly.
“Yeah, okay,” I said, pushing off the countertop. His other hand gripped my forearm, steadying me as I stepped over the edge of the tub.
Warm water, not too hot, enveloped my leg up to the knee. The fact that it was a comfortable temperature and not blazing hot made my throat tighten. He was thoughtful, which was not something I was used to. My needs came second after my patron’s. But now, I didn’t know what to think.
Luca held me tight as I stepped fully in and slowly lowered to sit. The warm water cradled me, and I tipped my head back against the edge and let my eyes flutter closed, letting out my own moanof pleasure.
“Summer, don’t do that,” he murmured.
“Why?” I asked without opening my eyes.
“Because now that sound will be what I think about when I’m alone.”
My head lolled to the side, and I peered up at him through my eyelashes. He looked pained, his forehead wrinkling and his open fingers splayed across his face.
“Maybe you should join me. It seems big enough for two.” I couldn’t help myself. Every word between us sparked a tension that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to take you up on that offer,” he growled. “Now hand me the shampoo so I can wash your hair.”
I wanted to keep pushing and see what he would do. Take his own clothes off? Climb in the water with me? Put his hands on me?
“Summer, shampoo,” he repeated, his jaw tight, defining the sculpted hollows on his cheeks.
Quickly, I grabbed the bottle on the ledge and handed it over to him. Gently, he eased me forward, and I leaned against my knees, wrapping my arms around my shins. I was less exposed in this position, and it seemed to help Luca to function. He used a cup to rinse water over my hair and then began to wash it.
It took all my control to stay still and quiet as his fingers worked through my hair, nails scraping along my scalp. My eyes rolled back in my head, and a soft whine escaped when he tightened his hold over the hair at myscalp and gave a soft tug.
His fingers continued to brush through my hair as he used the cup to rinse, using fresh water from the tap.
“Give me the conditioner,” he said softly, and I fumbled to obey in the boneless, compliant state he left me in.
He worked the thicker conditioner through my hair and then rinsed his fingers in the water, leaving the solution to work its magic. The rough pads of his fingers trailed up my arms and over my shoulders, stopping at the nape of my neck.
My forehead pressed harder into my crossed arms as he massaged the muscles on either side of my spine. In slow strokes, he eased away my tension, building heat in my belly with each movement.
I groaned again when he pinched the muscles in my shoulders and dragged outward.
“Summer,” he pleaded, so quietly I almost missed it. It was hard to concentrate on anything but his hands.
“If you keep touching me like this, you’ll never be rid of me,” I teased, breathless.
His fingers stilled.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean...”
“You should stay,” he said.
