Wolf Bite (The Blue Mountain Wolf Pack #5) - Emma Dean Page 0,28

Zoe had never tasted anything sweeter.

His hands settled on her hips and then slid upward to worship her curves while she slid her tongue into his mouth to taste more of that sweetness. He let her lead them, returning every bite and lick she gave him until she was trembling with the effort it took to control herself.

“Fuck.” Liam pulled back, breathing hard, his lips swollen. “I still need to take a shower.”

How was she going to pretend like she wasn’t soaked and simply let him leave?

“Does your offer still stand?” she asked, running her hands over his tattoos like she’d been wanting to since the first time she saw them. “If I shower with you, will you be a good boy?”

His groan made her shiver. “I don’t know. It seems risky.”

It was a risk she was willing to take, but Liam was the one who had to decide what it was he was willing to risk.

“All right.” Zoe smiled and pushed him back, so she had some room. “I’m going to take a shower first, and if you feel like joining me, you can.”

She took her shirt off as she walked toward his bathroom, glancing back at him over her shoulder to study his body language. Liam wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, but he was conflicted.

Zoe smiled, letting him see that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Then she slid her pants off and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

10

Liam

This woman was going to fucking kill him, and Liam almost didn’t care. He would gladly die if it meant he got just one taste of her.

But Zoe was giving him whiplash. It seemed impossible for her to have done such an intense one-eighty and yet here she was naked in front of him, walking into his bathroom like she owned the place.

He’d teased her like an idiot. Flirted like she was just a regular girl. Liam should have known Zoe would turn the tables on him faster than he could blink.

Should he take a shower with her?

It was a bad idea. Zoe could and would break him. Liam couldn’t even be mad at her for it. At this point he was well and truly fucked. She was everything he’d been looking for in a partner and then some.

He hesitated for another minute and then took a step inside the bathroom. She glanced at him through the glass door but didn’t smirk or smile like he might have done if the roles were reversed.

Zoe bent down and picked up his shampoo though, giving him a very nice view of her round ass. Liam clenched his teeth together so hard it hurt.

“I need to understand something,” he said, watching as she started washing her hair. Now she would smell even more like him and his wolf rumbled in approval. “What made you change your mind? I feel like the rules of the game changed at some point and I don’t want to take a step forward just to fall into a trap.”

The lather of the soap in her short hair was kind of mesmerizing with the way she moved her fingers. Liam focused on that instead of her naked body as he waited for her answer.

“It’s not your fault I got attacked while backpacking.” Zoe set the soap down and then started washing the suds out of her hair. “It’s not your fault I didn’t get to choose who my mate was.”

She looked at him through the glass door and shrugged a delicate shoulder. “I never thought I’d find someone that would make me happy. As much as I like independence, I’m lonely. Finding a way to keep my independence and still fall in love felt impossible.”

Liam leaned a hip against the sink and considered her explanation. She reminded him a lot of Amelia, but Zoe’s need for control felt different.

“You know there are a surprising number of men who like to be tied up,” she said. It was so calm and disinterested. Like this was common knowledge.

Liam blinked as he tried to process.

“I just never found one who could be a partner.” She bent over to grab his conditioner next, and his dick was so hard it fucking hurt. “Watching the way you helped Laura and I, how you took care of Olivia…I realized you weren’t doing it for my approval. That’s just who you were. Seeing that…I realized you could be a partner – a real one.”

He couldn’t resist her anymore.