He glanced away, let go of her arms and took a step back. His hand shot out and slammed the bathroom door, closing them inside. “We’ll talk of this later. I need his scent gone, Lauren.”
“Okay.”
He stared into her eyes. “Don’t fear me.”
“I’m not afraid.” She wasn’t.
His hands tore at the shirt. He jerked it right off her body. She didn’t protest when he dropped to his knees, frantically removed the rest of her clothes until she stood totally naked before him. He rose to his feet, gripped her hips and she grabbed his upper arms to keep her balance when he lifted her into the spray of warm water.
He paused while half in, half out of the shower stall. Material tore when he shed his clothing quickly and discarded them to the floor. Lauren appreciated every beautiful inch of perfect skin he bared and her heart raced faster when he finally stepped completely into the small space with her. No guy had ever been in such a rush to get buck naked in a shower with her before and it left her a little breathless.
Wrath was sporting a major erection as her gaze lovingly examined him. His raw masculinity made her feel even more feminine, and even tiny, compared to his size. He pressed closer, peered down at her and growled in that deep, sexy voice of his.
“I need to wash every inch of you.”
Lauren pressed her back against the tile and spread her arms and legs apart to give him total access to the front of her body. “I’m all yours, baby.”
The hot desire that flared in his dark-brown eyes nearly melted her where she stood. His hand shot out to the built-in shelf, grabbed the bottle of body wash and dumped a bunch of it into his palm. The bottle hit the floor and made her jump from the loud sound but Wrath’s hands were suddenly all over her. Big hands gripped her shoulders, slid down to cup her breasts, and kept exploring down her hips.
She had to remember to breathe as she leaned against the tile, his hands leaving soapy trails from her throat to her waist. It became harder to do when he lowered to his knees and those hands trailed down to her feet. The rough texture of his calloused fingertips turned her on.
“You weren’t kidding about getting me clean, were you?”
“No,” he growled. “Turn around.”
Wrath battled the urge to howl. He’d nearly lost Lauren, another male could have claimed her and the knowledge that she’d been touched by one lingered even after he’d washed away 140’s stench.
She is mine! That thought drove him to slide his hands up her legs to the vee of her thighs, part them, and explore her sex. Lauren’s small gasp urged him on. His knuckle teased the seam of her pussy and his gaze focused there. He needed to remind them both who she belonged to.
He pressed her legs farther apart. The urge arose to bury his face there and lick her until she begged him to take her. He snarled from the overriding desire to taste the arousal that would assure him that she wanted him too.
Mine! A feral emotion gripped him and he pushed her tighter against the wall. He nuzzled her stomach with his face as his fingers explored the tempting seam of her pussy. He knew he was losing control but at that moment it didn’t matter. He needed her and he would take her.
His enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the outer door to his room opening and frustration struck fast. A growl rumbled from his throat as he hoped they’d go away. It didn’t happen though and it took every ounce of his control to pull away before he forced Lauren to open her thighs wider to allow his tongue to delve inside her warm, enticing pussy.
Chapter Eighteen
Someone knocked on the bathroom door and it startled Lauren. Wrath stood, grabbed Lauren and spun her around to face the tile before she could do it on her own. His body pressed against hers, pinned her there, and he turned enough to hide her behind his body from anyone who entered the room. She couldn’t miss the hard length of his cock trapped between her lower back and his hips.
“Come in.”
Lauren jerked her head up and gawked at Wrath over her shoulder. They were naked in the shower and he’d just invited someone to come in.
“Relax,” he urged. “It’s Shadow. He’s taking your clothes away.”
She had to wiggle enough to see the door. Shadow didn’t even glance toward the shower when he picked up all their clothing off the floor. He turned away, closed them inside once more, and Wrath backed off her. Lauren turned to face him and Wrath shrugged.
“Sorry. I forgot to take them out to the hallway. He knows I’ll want that male’s scent removed and it lingers on our clothing—yours from being with him and mine from holding you.”
Lauren remembered the advice Shadow had given her in the SUV about improving Wrath’s mood and inched closer to him. She was all for sex and so was he, judging from the condition of his body. Her hand reached for his cock but his fingers gripped her wrist before she could caress him there. He spun her back around, pinned her facing the wall again and she gasped when his free hand fisted in her hair.
He didn’t hurt her but he gently forced her head back. She stared into his eyes but he looked away and released her wrist. He yanked the detachable showerhead from its holder and water soaked her hair as he aimed it there. She closed her eyes to keep out the water.
“I need to wash your hair. I can smell him still,” Wrath growled.
“Is it that difficult for you?” It amazed her that he could still detect any traces of 140 on her.
He released her hair and the water stopped pouring down the back of her head. “Yes,” he admitted gruffly. “I can’t stand smelling another male when I breathe in your scent.” The shampoo was cold as he poured a generous amount on her hair and worked it in with both hands, from her scalp to the ends, lathering it well. “My scent and only mine should be on your body.”
It felt good as he rinsed out the soap. He worked in conditioner next and massaged her head while doing it. He made sure he rinsed it all out before he suddenly gripped her hips from behind and his body pressed against hers. His head lowered and he growled.
“You keep telling me that you’re mine. I told you not to do that but you didn’t heed my warning. I believe you.”
Lauren opened her eyes and peered up at him over her shoulder. His gaze held hers and the intensity she saw there made her heart race again. So did the feel of his cock pressed against her lower back. Her lips parted and she blurted out the one thing that she wanted to say most.
“I love you, Wrath.”
He growled low, inched back and suddenly turned her in his hands. He pushed her against the tile when they were facing each other, pinned her there and stepped into her again. She tilted her chin up and his mouth tried to take possession of hers. She twisted away before he could kiss her.
“I need to brush my teeth first. I ate bloody meat. Kind of gross. Hold that thought and give me a minute.” She tried to wiggle away to go do that but he held her against the wall.
“I don’t care. I want you.”
“I want you too, baby. I just want to brush my teeth first.”
Amusement lifted the corners of his mouth. “I’m too big to be a baby.”
“It’s an endearment, remember?” She smiled.
A serious look suddenly wiped away his good mood. “I could have lost you. I won’t allow that to happen. Do you really feel love for me?”
She tensed a little and prayed he wouldn’t lecture her about how they hadn’t known each other long enough for her to confess those kinds of feelings. Most guys would run, commitment wary, but she didn’t regret telling him.
“I do. I know what you’re probably thinking but I—”
He pulled away and released her. “Let’s get dried off and you can brush your teeth.”
Shot down. Damn. She nodded. Wrath faced away, turned off the water and opened the shower door. He handed her a towel, stepped out of the stall to dry off out there and the silence became slightly uncomfortable.