Page 13 of Lone Wolf’s Claim (The Kincaid Werewolves #1)

Without another thought, he dropped the skoochat and his shirt on the ground. He was kicking off his boots and his hands were at the waistband of his pants when Heather coughed uncomfortably.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting in," he told her matter of factly. He couldn't wait to feel that hot water washing away the grime and soothing his tired, sore muscles. "I suggest you do the same."

She opened her mouth, looking as if she was about to protest, but glanced over at the water and snapped it shut again. Yanking off her running jacket, she dropped it on top of his shirt.

"Thatta girl." He smiled with encouragement and yanked off his pants. Naked as the day he was born, he stepped up onto the rocks and searched for a way to ease himself in. He didn’t want to jump only to find out the water was too hot, or worse, not water at all in this freaky place.

Finding a ledge about a foot under the water and a little to his left, he stepped down, waited a few seconds to make sure it was safe, and then lowered himself into the hot water with a blissful groan.

It was the perfect temperature for a bath.

Leaning back and closing his eyes, he moaned again as the hot minerals began to work their way into his tired muscles.

He listened for the sounds of Heather joining him and wondered if his imagination would do the naked reality of her any justice.

However, when the telltale rustling of clothing being removed didn’t come, he frowned at the deafening silence and opened his eyes to find Heather staring at him in something akin to shock.

She stood frozen with her shirt halfway off, one arm out of its sleeve, her expressive eyes wide and unblinking and glued to his bare chest. He cocked an eyebrow at her, pleased that his bare form had incited such a reaction as he waited for her to return the favor.

When she finally noticed him watching her, she blinked a few times, coming out of her daze. And then she frowned.

"Turn around," she ordered.

But he just lifted his arms back up onto the rocks beside him and settled in to enjoy the show. "No way," he told her with a shake of his head. "You've gotten to ogle me shamelessly a few times now. It's my turn."

She looked from him to the water and back to him again, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"Come on, sunshine. The water's fine." He splashed some of it at her, and after a deep breath, she pulled her other arm out and lifted her shirt up and off.

His cock, already feeling frisky from watching her strutting around in front of him all day, came to immediate attention at the sight of her full breasts spilling from the top of her peach colored bra.

When she leaned over to untie her sneakers, he held his breath, praying that the silky material would give way from (what had to be) the tremendous weight of them.

But alas, it did not. He didn't even attempt to hide his disappointment as she stood back up. Luckily, she refused to look at him and so she didn’t notice.

If she had, she might have been too self-conscious to continue.

Kicking off her shoes, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her pants and slid them down her curvy hips, revealing matching panties and smooth, rounded thighs that tapered down to shapely calves and delicate ankles and feet.

Keeping her face hidden behind her hair, she carefully waded into the pool still wearing her barely-there underwear.

He bit his bottom lip and gripped the rocks under his hands in an attempt to keep himself in his seat.

As she stepped down onto the rocky ledge, he noticed the large, broken blisters on the backs of her heels and knew that's why she'd been limping. And she hadn't complained or said a word the entire time. Maybe she was tougher than he’d given her credit for.

"They could've dropped a toothbrush and some soap with those clothes you're wearing," she grumbled. "And maybe some spare clothes. And a bed. A bed would be freakin’ nice. A soft, thick bed."

Brock bit back a smile. He'd spoken too soon.

She let out a hiss as she sat down and submersed her skinned knees and hands into the hot water.

He slid off the ledge and moved to stand in front of her.

As he'd predicted, the water was so deep it nearly came up to his shoulders.

"Here, let me see." Trying not to stare at the enticing sight of her wet, and now nearly see-thru, bra, he took one of her hands in his.

Gently, he brushed at the scrapes, removing the dirt and grime.

He did the same with her other hand, and then slid his hand under her leg to lift her knee up and work on those.

Neither of them spoke while he tended to her, though he could hear her heart pounding as hard as his was. Both of them overly aware of their undressed state in this close proximity.

Once her wounds were cleaned, he set her leg back down onto the ledge, but didn't remove his hand.

Instead, he slid it up along the outside of her thigh until he reached her hip.

He squeezed, feeling her supple flesh and the muscle underneath, before running his thumb over the top of her leg to tease at the edge of her panties.

She stopped breathing completely, but didn't protest, and he lifted his eyes to her face to check her reaction.

Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the water or from what he was doing, he didn't know. As he watched, her tongue darted out to moisten her parted lips.

He was instantly and irrationally jealous of that tongue for getting to taste her.

Giving her time to stop him if she so wished, he moved his free hand to her other leg, mimicking the movements of the first, both thumbs sliding just under the edge of her panties to feel the crease where her legs met her womanhood.

Her eyes darkened and her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, the water lapping at her breasts, teasing him as it got her bra a little wetter every time.

His eyes fell to those luscious breasts, then lower under the water to her stomach and plump hips.

He stepped in closer, his heart pounding, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate him.

She lifted her hands and gripped his biceps, and a deep growl rumbled in his chest even at that innocent touch.

"What about your shoulder?" she whispered. "We should wash it out."

"Later," he insisted. Lowering his head, he captured her pretty mouth with his. He kissed her gently at first, savoring her taste, but when she moaned in his mouth, he lost any semblance of self-control.

One hand tightened on her hip while the other lifted to cup the back of her head. Wrapping her long, chestnut hair around his fist, he held her still as he kissed her with all of the pent up passion he'd been feeling since they'd left the cave.

Her fingers burrowed into his hair, holding it back from his face as she returned his kisses with the same abandon that she seemed to do everything in life, her tongue dueling with his and her little teeth nipping at his lips until he thought he would go insane if he didn't get inside of her.

Releasing her head, he lifted her off of the ledge and slid her down his body, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips.

Her arms tightened around his neck, landing on his shoulder wound, but he was too jazzed up to feel it.

The blood rushed through his veins and his cock got impossibly harder at the feel of so much pure woman wrapped around him.

"Heather," he breathed against her ear. "I need tae be inside of you. Please…"

"Yes," she answered after a slight hesitation. "Brock. Yes…"

He kissed her again while he unhooked her bra, and she leaned back just enough to slide it down her arms and off, leaving it to float in the water next to them.

With her still wrapped around him, he held her to him with one arm around her back and used the other to help lift them both out of the water and out onto the soft grass.

The smell of the earth mixed with her natural blossom scent.

It surrounded him like the mist in the air, engulfing him in her passion.

Clad in nothing but her panties, she reached up and tried to pull him down on top of her.

But he'd waited for what felt like forever to see her like this, and he wasn't about to miss this chance.

Kissing her soundly, he captured both her wrists in one hand and placed them over her head, holding them there. "I want tae see you."

She tried to break his hold. "Brock, what are you doing?" But when she saw the stubborn gleam in his eye, she stilled underneath him, her chest heaving and her eyes unsure.

Kissing her cheek, he kept her arms above her head and rolled off to the side. His heart stalled in his chest even as his blood pulsed and his groin tightened at the sight of her spread out before him like a luscious buffet. She was even hotter than he'd imagined. And not because of the water.

Soft, rounded breasts were crowned with dusky areolas. Water dripped from his hair onto her nipples and they stiffened prettily as he watched. He licked his lips and her back arched, encouraging him to taste them, but he wasn't done yet.

He lowered his gaze to her soft belly, past the freckle next to her navel, and on down to the sweet curve of her hips and the shadow of the dark curls under her wet panties.

She squirmed underneath his gaze, pressing her thighs together. "Brock…"

Her voice was thick with need, and he couldn't deny her (or himself) anymore.

Lowering his head, he flicked her nipple with his tongue, rolling it around before sucking it into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.

She bucked underneath him and tried to roll toward him, but he pressed her back with a hand on her hip.

Still holding her wrists with one hand, he released her hip and cupped her other breast with the other. It overflowed his fingers as he kneaded her before gently pinching her nipple, and she cried out, her body surging upward again to get closer to him.

Throwing one heavy leg over hers, he worked his thigh between them, opening her to his touch.

Nipping at the underside of her breast, he ran his hand down her belly to cup her through her panties.

Her hips bucked and his cock twitched in response, reaching for her heat.

He ground himself into her hip, seeking some relief as he teased her with his fingers and suckled at her breast.

She made a sound of protest when he lifted his hand from her, only to moan with pleasure when he slid it underneath the material to touch her bare skin.

His fingers quickly found the source of her pleasure within her damp folds, and he raised his head to watch her face as he brought her to the edge and beyond.

Her eyes closed and she stiffened beneath him as she pressed herself against his palm until with a cry, she came hard, her body jerking uncontrollably with the force of it.

Brock growled with need at the sight. Releasing her wrists, he sat up and yanked her panties down her legs.

Her plump thighs cradled his hips as he lowered himself on top of her and found her opening with the tip of his cock.

With one powerful surge he entered her. She was hot and wet and gripped him so tight he began to shake, losing what little control he'd managed to retain up until this point.

He wanted to take his time. Wanted to enjoy the feel of her thoroughly. But his body had a mind of its own. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he began to move in and out, his strokes hard and fast, until with a roar, he exploded inside of her sweet warmth.

Spent, his head dropped onto her shoulder as he continued to slide in and out, slower now, as they both caught their breath. He felt her hands rubbing his back, and his heart ached in his chest even as his cock swelled within her once again.

He groaned, both with need and with despair.