already spent too much time on the floor. In this case, there was only one option. Take what he was offering until she could figure a way out of this screwup.
Gio slowly got up and walked over to the shower. That she stumbled only once was something she was proud of. With unsteady fingers, she turned the water on scalding hot and got in. As she washed the sweat and sex from her skin, she noticed the water didn’t burn like it should. Come the freak on ! She loved hot showers; they helped her clear her mind and think outside the box.
“Are you okay in there?” The voice startled her. Was he sitting out there waiting on her?
“Yeah.” Why did this remind her of the awkward morning after? It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes. Would he want a repeat performance? She didn’t know anything about having sex with someone in a wheelchair. He’d seemed to enjoy it, but then again, it wasn’t like he would come out and say that was the worst sex of his life.
Gio lifted her face to the water and smacked her cheeks. Snap out of it . She wasn’t some pathetic creature to wonder how good she was. If he hadn’t liked it, then that was his problem. She’d enjoyed herself, and she refused to be sorry for that fact. She refused.
A tiny cramp tightened her gut. She quickly finished the shower and wrapped up in a towel. She opened the door and found him moving from the chair to the bed. He was naked. Gloriously, deliciously naked. Every defensive thought washed from her mind as images of tasting him like he’d tasted her drowned her reasoning.
“Did Donovan bring in my bag?” She swallowed hard and moved to the other side of the room.
“Why?” His eyes crinkled at the sides. He was trying not to smile at her and was failing miserably. She could see his amusement, and it pissed her off.
“Because my underwear is in it,” she said through gritted teeth. He could go commando all he wanted, but she knew she needed some type of barrier between them. Not that it would make a difference, but if neither of them were wearing anything, she knew what would happen. And that would make what had happened earlier look like an appetizer.
“Why? It’s not like you’re going to need them.” He turned on his side and looked at her.
She tried not to notice how sexy he looked just lying there. It would be so easy to slip under those covers and pretend she was the type of woman who could sleep with a man without second thoughts. But she wasn’t. She was having second, third, and fourth thoughts.
“Stop thinking so much and come to bed.” He patted the bedcovers.
So easy. So damn easy. Too easy . Gio bit her bottom lip and swallowed hard.
“Your wolf is all about sensations, and if you deny her, she will take over, and neither of us wants that.” His voice stroked up one side of her and down the other.
She didn’t know if she believed him. But his constant talk about her wolf taking over was starting to make her a little paranoid. Why was he so adamant that she didn’t want her wolf to take over? “And why don’t we want that to happen?”
He sat up, making the sheets fall to his waist. “You don’t understand. When our women go into heat, they need to be satisfied, or they’ll go into a wild lust that will take on a destructive edge. One female could fuck and turn many men before she could be put down.”
“You make it sound like putting down a rabid dog or something.” Gio rubbed one arm. So essentially her choices were jump into bed with him and maybe live, or jump into bed with countless men before someone shot her dead. Some choice.
“In essence, it’s the same thing. Except they would cause an epidemic. Our men don’t go into heat like the women, so we would add even more unmated men to the pack, which would make it harder for everyone to find mates. Men would start turning humans, and the cycle would become a spiral, until the entire pack
Gio slowly got up and walked over to the shower. That she stumbled only once was something she was proud of. With unsteady fingers, she turned the water on scalding hot and got in. As she washed the sweat and sex from her skin, she noticed the water didn’t burn like it should. Come the freak on ! She loved hot showers; they helped her clear her mind and think outside the box.
“Are you okay in there?” The voice startled her. Was he sitting out there waiting on her?
“Yeah.” Why did this remind her of the awkward morning after? It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes. Would he want a repeat performance? She didn’t know anything about having sex with someone in a wheelchair. He’d seemed to enjoy it, but then again, it wasn’t like he would come out and say that was the worst sex of his life.
Gio lifted her face to the water and smacked her cheeks. Snap out of it . She wasn’t some pathetic creature to wonder how good she was. If he hadn’t liked it, then that was his problem. She’d enjoyed herself, and she refused to be sorry for that fact. She refused.
A tiny cramp tightened her gut. She quickly finished the shower and wrapped up in a towel. She opened the door and found him moving from the chair to the bed. He was naked. Gloriously, deliciously naked. Every defensive thought washed from her mind as images of tasting him like he’d tasted her drowned her reasoning.
“Did Donovan bring in my bag?” She swallowed hard and moved to the other side of the room.
“Why?” His eyes crinkled at the sides. He was trying not to smile at her and was failing miserably. She could see his amusement, and it pissed her off.
“Because my underwear is in it,” she said through gritted teeth. He could go commando all he wanted, but she knew she needed some type of barrier between them. Not that it would make a difference, but if neither of them were wearing anything, she knew what would happen. And that would make what had happened earlier look like an appetizer.
“Why? It’s not like you’re going to need them.” He turned on his side and looked at her.
She tried not to notice how sexy he looked just lying there. It would be so easy to slip under those covers and pretend she was the type of woman who could sleep with a man without second thoughts. But she wasn’t. She was having second, third, and fourth thoughts.
“Stop thinking so much and come to bed.” He patted the bedcovers.
So easy. So damn easy. Too easy . Gio bit her bottom lip and swallowed hard.
“Your wolf is all about sensations, and if you deny her, she will take over, and neither of us wants that.” His voice stroked up one side of her and down the other.
She didn’t know if she believed him. But his constant talk about her wolf taking over was starting to make her a little paranoid. Why was he so adamant that she didn’t want her wolf to take over? “And why don’t we want that to happen?”
He sat up, making the sheets fall to his waist. “You don’t understand. When our women go into heat, they need to be satisfied, or they’ll go into a wild lust that will take on a destructive edge. One female could fuck and turn many men before she could be put down.”
“You make it sound like putting down a rabid dog or something.” Gio rubbed one arm. So essentially her choices were jump into bed with him and maybe live, or jump into bed with countless men before someone shot her dead. Some choice.
“In essence, it’s the same thing. Except they would cause an epidemic. Our men don’t go into heat like the women, so we would add even more unmated men to the pack, which would make it harder for everyone to find mates. Men would start turning humans, and the cycle would become a spiral, until the entire pack
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