“I need to call Pam first. I want to speak to Charlie.”

Josh sighed. “I’d tell you that you already spoke to him and that he’s not going to tell you anything else. But I can see that would be a waste of time.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“First let me deal with your palms. Okay?”

She followed him into his bathroom, and he pulled out a first aid kit while she washed her hands. “It’s not that big a deal. Just some scratches. It’s not life threatening.”

He made a growl, picking her up and putting her on the counter, stepping between her thighs. She allowed him to dry her hands gently and pour antiseptic on them, patting them dry once more.

“Why do you have a first aid kit anyway? I mean you guys heal pretty fast.”

He grinned. “Pretty fast isn’t instant. My job is bloody. Not always, but frequent enough that it’s good to have supplies on hand.”

“Are you seeing anyone?” She blurted this out and felt the heat on her face.

“No. Well.” He gave her that smile that did things to all her pink parts. “I am, but that’s you. So you don’t have to be jealous of yourself.” He kept working until he’d lightly bandaged her wounds and let go, leaning close to kiss her.

He’d actually only meant to kiss her quickly but she responded, that delicious rush of her magick enveloping him. Wrapping around his c**k like a fist. He stepped closer, she wrapped her legs around him, holding him there as he took her mouth. Drowned in her taste. Wallowed in it until his c**k throbbed in time with his thundering pulse.

He broke away, sucking in air as he pulled her hair from the ponytail, running his fingers through it. He hadn’t intended to ask her to stay. He’d been trying very hard to take it slow, at a human pace. But her jealous reaction when she’d come out and seen Tracy’s hand on his arm had roused his wolf. His wolf didn’t give one f**k about waiting. He wanted Michelle.

And her upset at her boss’s behavior and talk of going back to Roseburg had been more than he could process without saying at least something.

He knew she’d heard him. Agreed even. Knew too, that she was processing and felt it too fast. But f**k fast. He knew what he knew and this woman was his. Had been his all along.

He pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor, her bra following. She arched with a gasp into his hands as he found her ni**les, tugging them between thumb and forefinger. He groaned when he caught sight of his marks on them.

Driven to claim, to pleasure and taste, one handed, he pulled her pants open and down.

Her heartbeat sped, her pupils enlarged, her skin flushed—she was with him all the way. Thank God.

“Your smell,” he growled as he slid his fingers through her pu**y, wet and hot. Ready for him. “Makes me want to shove my face into your cunt and lap you up for hours. I want it on my face and my hands, wrapped around my cock. You’re delicious.”

Her breath came out in a stutter, and that scent bloomed as the hot scald of that honey coated his fingertips.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Oh, I will. First you need to come. Then I’ll f**k you. Your pleasure is my job. Lean back against the mirror behind you.”

She did as he turned his hand, sliding two fingers into her and rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit over and over.

“Don’t undo all my work on your hands, beautiful. You can scratch me up later.”

She started to laugh, but it ended on a snarled plea as he pressed a little harder on her clit.

“You want to come? Hm?”

“Yes!”

He leaned in, licking and biting her ni**les as he sped the fingers thrusting into her cunt, his thumb pressing over her clit in time with the suck and pull until she exploded in a rush of honey and magick.

He wanted her so much he barely even remembered the condom as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his c**k out.

“Hands back or I’m gonna lose it.”

He rolled the condom on and was fully seated in a breath, then moved to utter stillness as she clutched and fluttered all around his cock.

He did note a bit of discomfort on her face when he first started f**king her. “Sore?”

“A little. It’s been…” She laughed. “I’m not used to that much f**king in one night.”

“Should I stop? I don’t want to—”

His sentence died as she used the legs wrapped around him to haul him back in deep. “No. I’ll have to maim you if you stop. The hurt is gone. Now it’s all…” She hummed and it slid over his skin. “It’s all pleasure now. I promise.”

Chapter Eight

She took a long, hot shower after their impromptu sex on his bathroom counter. She should have been embarrassed, but really, what was the point in denying it? She wanted him. Like, a lot. When they’d been together before, they’d had this same sort of intense physical connection, but they hadn’t had the opportunity to rut like rabbits. No place to be alone that often.

Clearly they still had it, which made her a little more at ease with their earlier discussion. Her attraction to him wasn’t sudden. It had always been there. Only now they had doors to lock and get naked behind.

He knocked on the bathroom door and came in as she was turning the water off.

“Two things. Damon just brought over all your stuff from the hotel. I’ll leave the bag in here so you can change into clean stuff. I have a washer and dryer if you have things you need to wash. And two, Pam called and said you could come by in an hour to interview the prisoner.”