my eyes back up to his face.
He raises an arm and carefully lathers under it. “My latest flip house had water damage in the ceiling so I had to knock a good chunk down and replace it. This new one’s a damn money pit.” Connor finishes washing his arms, then rubs a hand over his face, brushing away the last vestiges of soap. Then, he turns off the water and holds a hand out. “Give me a towel?”
I stare at him. Even as I do, I see the erection growing as a result of me being in his presence. Jesus. I shouldn’t be looking at that. Shouldn’t be wondering what sex would be like with him if there wasn’t the awful compulsion of the heat involved…
I fumble for a towel on the counter and thrust it out to him. “Cover up!”
“You want a turn in here? I saved you some hot water.” He mops at his face and then rubs his hair with the towel, completely ignoring the parts of him that I specifically wanted covered. “I’ll even wash your back for you.” His voice is a casual, slow tease that makes my nipples harden.
Stupid nipples.
I am sweaty, and I did want a shower after I ate, but it looks like that’s gone out the window. Hot water or not, I have to be on my guard around Connor. Wolves are sneaky. I cross my arms to hide my protruding nipples and glare at him again. “Connor, answer me. What are you doing here in my house?”
That gets his attention. He gives me an oh-really look and rolls back the glass shower door, then steps out. Still mostly naked. Still toweling his hair. “Your house, huh? I told you I bought this place for us.”
Now I’m confused. “But…you gave me a key.”
He lifts his head and gives me a playful look. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t be living here.”
Frustration and fury blast through me. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. I see you’ve taken the master bedroom, though. I would have put the bed against a different wall, but that’s just me. At least you were thoughtful enough to get us a King sized bed.”
“Us?” The word squeaks out of me. “You can’t live here.”
“Sure I can. I bought the place.” He gives me a slow smile and then moves to my side and picks up my comb. “Just ignore me like you always do.”
I watch him in silence as he combs his wet hair. My mouth works, but I can’t think of a thing to say. “I’ve been here for three days,” I finally protest. “Where have you been?”
“Had some pack stuff that came up. Saw the lights on over here and thought I’d stop by and take a shower. Maybe curl up for the evening.” He grins at me and then saunters out of the bathroom, leaving his wet towel on the floor.
The damn jerk is still naked.
And…wait. Saw the lights on? The house isn’t visible from the main road. You’d have to open the gate and drive down the gravel road a ways before you’d see the house. He was checking to see if I was moving in.
What a freaking manipulator. I’m trapped here, now, for at least a day or two. I can move all my stuff out again, but it seems like such an overwhelming ordeal. And I really, really like this house. I’m sad and frustrated all at once. And pissed. Irritated, I bend over to scoop up his wet towel—
And black out.
CONNOR
Seems like being a manipulative dick runs in the family , I think smugly to myself. Am I happy that Savannah’s so pissed that I’ve more or less let her know that if she lives here, I’m here too? I’m not mad she’s angry, but I also noticed that she was checking me out.
I saunter down the hall, buck-ass naked, because I know it irritates her. Instead of her shouting after me, all I hear is a crash in the bathroom and the sound of something heavy tumbling to the ground.
Did she throw something? “Savannah?”
There’s no response.
Oh god. I whip around and race back to the bathroom, and my heart stops at the sight of her, unconscious on the floor.
“Savannah!” I kneel beside her and take her in my arms, cradling her. She’s unconscious, but
He raises an arm and carefully lathers under it. “My latest flip house had water damage in the ceiling so I had to knock a good chunk down and replace it. This new one’s a damn money pit.” Connor finishes washing his arms, then rubs a hand over his face, brushing away the last vestiges of soap. Then, he turns off the water and holds a hand out. “Give me a towel?”
I stare at him. Even as I do, I see the erection growing as a result of me being in his presence. Jesus. I shouldn’t be looking at that. Shouldn’t be wondering what sex would be like with him if there wasn’t the awful compulsion of the heat involved…
I fumble for a towel on the counter and thrust it out to him. “Cover up!”
“You want a turn in here? I saved you some hot water.” He mops at his face and then rubs his hair with the towel, completely ignoring the parts of him that I specifically wanted covered. “I’ll even wash your back for you.” His voice is a casual, slow tease that makes my nipples harden.
Stupid nipples.
I am sweaty, and I did want a shower after I ate, but it looks like that’s gone out the window. Hot water or not, I have to be on my guard around Connor. Wolves are sneaky. I cross my arms to hide my protruding nipples and glare at him again. “Connor, answer me. What are you doing here in my house?”
That gets his attention. He gives me an oh-really look and rolls back the glass shower door, then steps out. Still mostly naked. Still toweling his hair. “Your house, huh? I told you I bought this place for us.”
Now I’m confused. “But…you gave me a key.”
He lifts his head and gives me a playful look. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t be living here.”
Frustration and fury blast through me. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. I see you’ve taken the master bedroom, though. I would have put the bed against a different wall, but that’s just me. At least you were thoughtful enough to get us a King sized bed.”
“Us?” The word squeaks out of me. “You can’t live here.”
“Sure I can. I bought the place.” He gives me a slow smile and then moves to my side and picks up my comb. “Just ignore me like you always do.”
I watch him in silence as he combs his wet hair. My mouth works, but I can’t think of a thing to say. “I’ve been here for three days,” I finally protest. “Where have you been?”
“Had some pack stuff that came up. Saw the lights on over here and thought I’d stop by and take a shower. Maybe curl up for the evening.” He grins at me and then saunters out of the bathroom, leaving his wet towel on the floor.
The damn jerk is still naked.
And…wait. Saw the lights on? The house isn’t visible from the main road. You’d have to open the gate and drive down the gravel road a ways before you’d see the house. He was checking to see if I was moving in.
What a freaking manipulator. I’m trapped here, now, for at least a day or two. I can move all my stuff out again, but it seems like such an overwhelming ordeal. And I really, really like this house. I’m sad and frustrated all at once. And pissed. Irritated, I bend over to scoop up his wet towel—
And black out.
CONNOR
Seems like being a manipulative dick runs in the family , I think smugly to myself. Am I happy that Savannah’s so pissed that I’ve more or less let her know that if she lives here, I’m here too? I’m not mad she’s angry, but I also noticed that she was checking me out.
I saunter down the hall, buck-ass naked, because I know it irritates her. Instead of her shouting after me, all I hear is a crash in the bathroom and the sound of something heavy tumbling to the ground.
Did she throw something? “Savannah?”
There’s no response.
Oh god. I whip around and race back to the bathroom, and my heart stops at the sight of her, unconscious on the floor.
“Savannah!” I kneel beside her and take her in my arms, cradling her. She’s unconscious, but
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