Page 59 of Shifters' Fated Summer
The warm waterfall soaked my hair and ran down my shoulders. Luca watched like a starving man, and I raisedmy arms higher to rinse my hair, knowing it would draw attention to my tits.
His groan echoed in the room. “Summer, you gotta let me in there. You can’t tease me like this.”
Closing my eyes and arching my back, I replied, “I can and I just did.”
“Fuck,” Luca growled. “Are you going to make me wait and then let me in?”
I toyed with the idea, but it was too enjoyable to torture him like this. I’d never withheld myself from him in this way, and I loved the heat in his gaze. It promised he would make me pay for this later.
“No.” I answered. “I think I’ll take this shower entirely alone.”
A garbled mess of curses spewed from his mouth as his tattooed hand slid down the glass. Glowering, he stooped and picked up my leggings. I wrinkled my nose as he held them up to his face and took a long inhale, his eyes closing.
“Gross,” I said through the glass.
“It smells like you, and you are the best smell in the world,” Luca said.
Shaking my head, I chuckled and reached for the shampoo. My eyes closed as I lathered it through my hair and rinsed. When I opened them again, Luca was resting his forearm against the glass, his eyes glued to me with my leggings bunched in his fist.
My gaze trailed down and I swallowed. His otherhand was closed around his rock hard dick as he stroked himself. I momentarily forgot how to breathe.
Lips parted, I dragged my attention back to his face. His eyes were heavy lidded. “See what you do to me?”
“Wow,” I replied, stunned. He tipped his head back, showing me his heavily tattooed throat.
My stomach swooped, my core heating. Damn, he was gorgeous.
The water streamed over my shoulders as I stared at his large hand working himself.
“Wanna let me in now?” Luca purred.
It was tempting. But the heady rush of controlling this powerful werewolf was sweeter, along with the anticipation of what he would do when he finally got his hands on me.
I shook my head. “I’m busy showering.”
My hand fumbled the conditioner and the bottle thudded to the ground. Luca watched with interest. A thrill went through me as I turned my back to him and bent at the waist, displaying my ass and a glimpse of my pussy that had him groaning louder.
With a hand shaking from the potent mix of excitement and arousal, I set the bottle back on the shelf. I couldn’t function with his icy stare raking down my body as he stroked himself.
He growled my name, and it was delicious.
Bracing myself, I turned to the door and pulled it open. “You can come in, but no touching.”
Luca ripped his clothes all the way off and practically threw himself into the shower. I stepped back under the water and he clenched his hands into fists.
Grinning, I ran my hand over my chest and cupped one breast. My gaze fell to his dick. “You can finish what you were doing, if you want.”
“Yeah?” His voice had dropped so low, it rumbled through me.
“You watched me make myself come. Now it’s my turn to watch you.”
Challenge sparked in his eyes and my heart leapt. He stepped closer, crowding me back against the tile.
Water streamed over his head, slicking those black curls down. Drops ran down his cheekbones and soaked his tattoos. He was stunning.
He slammed his forearm onto the tile beside my head and leaned forward. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I held myself back.
Slowly, his other hand trailed over his pecs and down his abs until he took his cock in hand again. I watched, transfixed as he stroked himself slowly. Icy eyes stared into mine, holding me captive even as they glazed with pleasure.
