Chapter 13
A while lasted all night long and into the early morning hours. I slept like a rock. A sexually satisfied rock with no dreams and no worries swirling through my subconscious. It was amazing what a few minutes of pleasure could do for an anxious mind.
The sun was just rising, which meant it was probably close to six.
But it was Saturday, so I didn’t need to go to work, and I could stay here all day.
I stretched and felt Tris roll to his other side.
We must have cuddled all night long, and that said a lot.
I wasn’t a big cuddler. I didn’t like being smothered, and I definitely wasn’t always a fan of sharing just one half of my bed.
But the smile on my face and the peace in my heart were a sign that something was different about Tris.
Feeling the urge, I quietly climbed out of bed and tiptoed to my bathroom. Since it was a one-bedroom apartment, technically I had a master bath, so I only needed to open one creaky door. Tris didn’t move when it clicked open, and I did my best to stay silent as I closed the door behind me.
After relieving my bladder, I caught my reflection in the mirror and noticed just how tired I looked.
Tired, yet satisfied—if satisfaction can be written on someone’s face.
I also noticed the slight discoloration of something catching the light in my dark curls.
Leaning forward, I started picking at my hair until I realized that it was something crusty. Like something had dried in there.
“The bear’s blood,” I whispered to myself, feeling the bile rise in the back of my throat.
I’d washed the specs of blood off my face when we got home, but I hadn’t showered yet.
I’d meant to do it before going to bed…but Tris had other plans.
The thought of having dried shifter blood in my hair all night was so gross, I didn’t even think twice about leaving Tris to sleep while I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up.
I climbed in, loving the heat and the steam and enjoying the moment. The first thing I did was wash my hair, and by the time I had finished with the rest of my body, I heard the bathroom door creak open.
“Tris?” I asked.
He pulled back the shower curtain and smiled. “Need some company?”
I couldn’t help but notice the well-endowed bottom half of his body, and I certainly couldn’t contain the growing need inside of me.
Beckoning him in, I only waited until both of his feet were inside before wrapping myself around him.
He instantly responded with kisses—and damn, he was a good kisser.
With water falling down from our heads, we touched every single part of each other, teasing and playing and driving each other crazy.
Tris picked me up as though I weighed nothing and wrapped my legs over his hips.
His erection slid up against me, but instead of pushing inside, he slowly lifted me up and down so I could rub against it.
With the friction from the water and the ridiculous need growing inside me, I could barely take it.
I sucked on his bottom lip while he handled me, and I enjoyed every single second of it.
But I could only take so much teasing. Reaching between us, I grabbed him and guided him to my opening. He slid in, just a bit, and then pulled back out and kissed my neck. “You’re such a tease,” I breathed.
He chuckled, and then he let me feel all of him just like I wanted. I didn’t know how Tris managed to stay on his feet, but with my back pressed up against the wall and him moving in and out of me, I once again knew I wouldn’t last long.
Our bodies slapped together as the hot water glistened on our skin. I lost all track of time between the kisses and the thrusts and the way Tris’s hands roamed up and down my body…it was pure bliss to be solely in this moment.
We came together, mine lasting even longer than the night before.
With kisses continuing and hands still touching, Tris held me against him for several more minutes.
In fact, it was long enough that I could feel him starting to grow inside of me again.
Squeezing his ass and grinding my hips into him, I gave him the sign that I wasn’t finished with him, either.
Tris pulled his head back, lips red from our kisses. “Again?”
“Mmm.” Apparently, I couldn’t produce full words right now.
Wiggling his brows, he set me down and turned me so that my back was facing him.
Gently, he lifted my arms so that they were pressed against the wall and then ran his fingers down my sides to my thighs.
One leg at a time, he pulled them apart as far as they could go in the confines of the shower, and my excitement grew to a whole new level.
I liked to have my life in control, but it drove me wild when a man I trusted took over in the bedroom. Or shower.
I felt Tris’s breath on the back of my neck and shivered with the intention. He pressed himself against me, fully ready to go another round. I arched my back in invitation so there was no mistaking what I wanted.
I heard a contented rumble in his chest just before the shower curtain was ripped from the wall, and a man fell into my bathroom.