Page 88 of The Denver Alpha
I know we’ll make it work, and she’s not going anywhere until she knows it, too.
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I close my eyes as I step underneath the stream of hot water cascading down from the rainfall showerhead, tipping my head back and combing my fingers through my hair to wash out the shampoo. It smells like Cole, and so did the body wash. It’s a little ironic that I decided to take a shower so I didn’t walk into breakfast reeking of him, but by using the products in here, my scent is still a dead giveaway as to where I’ve spent the night.
Part of me likes that. My wolf preens at the thought of everyone knowing I’m his. That he’smine.
I hear the shower door open behind me, resisting the urge to squirm under the weight of Cole’s attention as I hear him step inside. With my eyes still closed, I may not be able to see him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the weight of his stare practically eating me alive.
His feet slap against the tile as he moves closer, and despite the temperature of the water and the thick steam surrounding me, a shiver runs down my spine. My inner animal senses the predator in her midst.
I draw a quiet gasp when strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back into a hard chest.
“I sure hope that’s you, Sarge,” I tease as I melt against him, my body molding perfectly to his.
His arms tighten around me, his chest rumbling against my back when he speaks. “Were you expecting someone else?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Lots of people live here. You never know.”
The stubble coating his jaw rubs against my temple as he lowers his head to murmur in my ear. “If anyone else walks in on you when you’re in the shower, I’ll kill them.”
I twist around in his arms, opening my eyes to a stare so possessive and scorching that I’m instantly squeezing my thighs together to alleviate the throb pulsing between them.
The look in his dark eyes says he means it, and I don’t know why the hell that gets me so hot. I mean, of course I don’t want him to kill anyone, but the fact that hewould, forme…
He settles his hands on my hips as water pours down on us from above, and I can’t help but lower my gaze to watch as it streams over his hard body, chasing the dips and curves of sculpted shoulders and chest. My eyes flicker back up to see droplets tracing the sharp line of his jaw, clinging to his eyelashes and gathering in the cupid’s bow of his lips.
I know men don’t like to be called beautiful, but Cole Bauer really is.Excruciatingly so.
Cole’s large hands start sliding over my wet body, moving up my stomach to cup my breasts, my nipples hardening beneath his touch. He pinches them between his fingers, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core as he licks a path up the column of my throat, then kisses my lips.
He’s making me so hot I can hardly stand it.
I might’ve come in here with the intention to get clean, but with the way he’s touching me, I’m dying to get dirty again.
His hands slide lower, one of them moving around to cup my ass cheek while the knuckles of the other brush my clit. I shudder, gasping against his lips, and the moment mine part, he tilts his head and deepens our kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth to tangle with my own, a mix of a whine and a sigh escaping me.
His kiss turns rougher. Cole’s teeth sink into my lower lip, tugging on it as he pulls away. Then his hand comes up to grip my chin as he stares into my eyes, his own turning molten as he gives the slightest nod to the left.
“Hands on the wall.”
It’s not a suggestion, it’s a command- one that I’m all too eager to follow. Ordinarily, I push back on his orders, but when it comes to our sex life, I’m all for it- and knowing this is the one place he can boss me around, Cole always takes full advantage.
When I spin around, he slaps my ass so hard that I scream out, scampering away. Then he’s chasing me to the wall, pinning my front against it and rubbing the stinging skin of my ass cheek with a palm while he kisses a path over the curve of my shoulder. His knee pushes between my legs, nudging them apart as his hard cock presses against my backside.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?” Cole asks with a pained groan as he crouches slightly to line himself up. He takes his dick in his hand, dragging the head along my slit. “I swear I can’t get enough of you.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I pant.
Whack!
I yelp as his palm comes down hard on my other ass cheek, the resulting sting immediate.
“Such a brat.”
I wiggle my ass against him, smirking to myself. “You love it.”
His fingertips dig into my hip as he simultaneously steps forward and yanks me closer, forcing me to arch my back. “And you love taking this dick like a good girl.”