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"I wanted to bring you home before we ordered."

"Why didn’t you?"

"Because you were laughing with Peyton and Cammy, and I like seeing you happy." He brushes a tear from my cheek. "Then you stopped."

I turn my face into his hand.

"I don’t want to leave you."

His jaw tightens. He leans closer, resting his forehead against mine.

"Then don’t leave tonight."

"Wolf—"

"If this is our last night, Baylor, I want to spend it with you. Not across a table. Not sitting out there while you’re in here crying."

I reach for his shirt, and he leans in before I can pull him closer.

His mouth meets mine, and I hold on. I’ve spent all evening trying to prepare myself to stop doing this. Now he’s kissing me beside his bathtub, and I can’t remember a single reason that feels worth letting him go.

He starts to lift his head.

I follow, catching another kiss before he can get far.

"Give me a second," he murmurs.

I release his shirt long enough for him to take it off. He stands and finishes undressing while I push myself up from the tub. He’s already hard, his length reaching between us. He reaches an arm around my rib cage and lifts me out the tub, my bare wet legs wrapping around his middle.

My wet hands slide over his chest and around the back of his neck. He kisses me as we move toward the shower, stopping long enough to reach past me and turn on the water.

I press my mouth to his jaw while we wait for it to warm.

He turns his head, finding my lips again.

Neither of us seems willing to be the one who stops.

When we step beneath the spray, he backs me against the tile. The cold makes me gasp, and his hand settles at my waist, his hot body pressing against mine, his thick cock bobbing under me, his mouth at my throat.

He groans when I reach down under me and wrap my hand around his length. His mouth finds my breast, his lips locking around my nipple causing me to arch into him.

My hands slide into his hair. When he draws back enough to breathe, I keep him close, my forehead against his.

"Still want me here?" I ask.

His arm tightens around me.

"Baylor. I haven’t wanted you anywhere else."

That gets through every sensible thing I’ve been telling myself.

His mouth moves down my neck, and I tilt my head to give him room. Water runs over his shoulders and down my chest. His fingers slide between my thighs, and I grip the back of his neck when he touches me.

"Wolf."

He kisses me again, swallowing the rest of whatever I was trying to say.

His thumb moves slowly, deliberately, and I press closer even though there’s nowhere left to go. He knows what I like now. Knows when to keep doing exactly what he’s doing, even when I can’t manage to ask.