Kat let out a soft growl. "Lukas, can you get out of my way? I need to leave."
"Why?" Another step toward her and she moved further inside the gigantic shower.
Kat's gaze flitted around the tiled space, her eyebrows raised. "I just need to leave."
Then she frowned, staring up at the equally gigantic showerhead. The circular monstrosity was almost two feet in diameter, and he'd gotten it custom made to ensure the water fell on his entire frame, bear or human.
"Who the hell needs a showerhead that freaking big?" She sounded annoyed at the audacity of having such a large showerhead.
Lukas grinned. "I do."
Then he reached behind her and twisted the handle of the faucet, sending warm water falling onto her head.
She shrieked, then sputtered, holding the contract out of reach of the water even as it soaked her hair and her clothing.
Damned if he hadn't noticed she was wearing a skirt. Now, he stared at the sight of the wet fabric clinging to her thighs.
"Damn it, Lukas. What the hell are you doing? You're going to mess up the contract."
"You can always print another one." His voice was husky and filled with desire. He knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason, he just couldn't help himself.
He was staring at Kat. Her hair was sodden, plastered against her skull, her face drenched as she glared at him, then his chest, then below.
Her silk shirt was soaked through, the wet fabric hugging the silk of her bra, clearly revealing her breasts beneath.
No wet tee-shirt necessary.
Her silk clothing did the job so well, she might as well have been naked.
Lukas's gaze remained on her breasts as he took one more step toward her, his hands lifting to cup her breasts within his large palms.
They fit perfectly, and Lukas couldn't help the deep groan that escaped his lips.
His thumbs flicked across the tight peaks, and he got the response he'd been waiting for.
Kat made a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a moan, and pressed herself against his fingers.
19. KAT
KAT COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE'D JUST moaned out loud. Way to keep her cool in front of this man. What was it about Lukas that made her lose all resolve, all control?
His thumbs left her nipples, only to be replaced by his fingers, as he took the hardened buds between them and squeezed hard.
She let out a cry and didn't resist when he pressed her to the wall. The warm water fell from the big-ass showerhead onto his body and splashed onto her face and chest.
Her chest. How the hell had he gotten her into the shower and wet without her realizing his intentions? The moment he'd seen her, his honey eyes had gone dark and aware. His arousal was obvious, and now, the wet fabric clung to his form as he pressed up against her.
And she'd worn a skirt today. Just perfect.
Easy access always helped when a guy was busy trying to get into a girl's panties. In this case, common sense and logic was saying this was a bad idea; her heart, the heat in her veins, in her breasts, in her core, all said this was a brilliant idea.
Damn her body to hell and back.
Lukas put a hand on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt.
This was insane.
She stiffened, the muscles in her thighs tightening. She wanted to laugh. The mere touch of his hand on her leg made her wet, but what difference did it make now that the shower was soaking her through?
The wet skirt clung to her body, pressing the fabric against her mound and outlining it for him to see. And see he did. He seemed to be enjoying the view, and his hand rose higher up her thigh. High enough that his thumb now lay against the elastic of her thong.
His fingers were rough and hot against her flesh, and she wrapped her fingers around this wrist. She'd been about to pull his hand away, but she just craved more. And she left his hand where it was.
What the hell had gotten into her? She was just letting him do things to her that drove her insane, and all she wanted was more.
Lukas shifted his hand, then slipped it down the front of her thong, cupping her, squeezing her. "You still want to leave?" He growled the question into the skin of her neck before lowering his head and fastening his lips on her breast. She threw head back as his mouth sucked on her nipple. When she didn't answer, he slid a finger inside her, withdrawing slowly before thrusting in again. "Do you still want to leave, Kat?" The words rumbled against her nipple, tightening the peak.
"No... Oh, please..." She gasped the words, her fingers gripping tighter on to his wrist as he withdrew his finger and inserted two. She thrust her hips forward, needing more, as waves of urgency rose within her body.
He removed his hand and fiddled with the zip of her skirt. With seconds, and after a bit of fumbling, he stripped her of her sodden clothes and dropped them in a heap in the corner of the shower.
She didn't protest.
"Oh dear. It looks like you have nothing to wear now." He grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head before pressing hard against her and claiming her mouth in a passionate, hard kiss. "Looks like you can't leave until we get these clothes dried."
Kat couldn't do much more than to moan against his lips. She was stark naked in Lukas's shower with nothing more than a sodden towel between them.
As he pressed his body against hers, she ran her hands along his arms, tracing her nails across defined, sculpted muscles. Her hands drifted down his spine until she reached the towel. She gripped the fabric and pulled, dropping it onto the shower floor to join her ruined clothing.
Lukas groaned and pressed against her, and she felt his arousal hard against her slick core. They'd come too far now. There was no going back. And stopping was the last thing she wanted.
He let go of her mouth, biting softly on the flesh of her lower lip before tracing a path of heated kisses down to her navel and across the rise of her stomach. As he drifted down to her mound, she moved restlessly, wanting something, something that was just out of her reach.
He gripped her thighs and pulled them apart, opening her lips to his hot mouth. As he closed his mouth over her sex, she let out a whimper.
In response, he growled, the sound reverberating through her core, and she shuddered with need. He adored her with his tongue, sucking on her clit until she was shivering, ready to explode. When he thrust his tongue deep inside her, she lost all control and burst into a million pieces.
Her body quivered, numb now as she began to slide down the slick tiled wall. Lukas grabbed hold of her waist, taking her weight as he laid her gently on the shower floor. Water hit his back, bursting into thousands of droplets as it cascaded onto her.
Even as he lowered himself onto her, she was reaching out for him. He claimed her mouth in a wild, searingly hot kiss that had her moaning all over again as his tongue dueled with hers. There was nothing soft or teasing about their kiss. It was all hard and passionate and feral, with a wild need that she felt in every pore.
What was it about this man that made one orgasm feel like it wasn't enough?
Kat wrapped her legs around his hips and tightened her grip, thrusting her hips toward him, sliding her slick folds along the head of his erection.
She wanted him, and at that moment she didn't care who he was, who she was. All she needed was to have him inside of her, filling her up.
Making her whole.
20. LUKAS
LUKAS GROANED AS KAT LIFTED her hips, pressing her entrance against his cock. He wanted to thrust into her as hard as he could, to growl out his primal need, but he knew he had to go slower for her. Even this simple consideration surprised him
Lukas had never been this considerate with his partners before. He'd never needed to, because none had ever had such an impact on his mind or his heart.
When she wrapped her legs around his hips, he knew he was gone. Totally and utterly into Kat.
He slid slowly inside her, her slick folds closing over him, claiming him. He wanted to be
careful, but she gave a soft whimper, then clutched at his hips, pulling him harder into her.
"Lukas, please... I--"
It was enough for him.
He plunged into her, retracting himself fast, then thrusting again. Each time he sank deep inside her, she let out a cry that was filled with the proof of her need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
And yet she'd said she didn't even like him.
He smiled as her body stiffened, as she clenched around him, her own release reaching its fruition. They came together, peaking in a union of ecstasy, clinging to each other as they shuddered through the waves of pleasure.
When he glanced at her face, he found she was smiling.
"What?" he asked softly.
"You were smiling?"
He knew what she meant. He'd had a wide grin on his face when he'd climaxed.
"Hope I didn't look like a maniac."
She shook her head. "You looked beautiful." She shifted her head and gave a pointed glance at the sodden yellow envelope in the corner of the shower. "You ruined it."
He shrugged, then bent his head and bit the side of her breast lightly. "Print another one."
"Somewhere in the forest, a tree just died because of you."
Lukas lifted his head, his eyes a little unfocused as he found himself wanting her all over again. "You aren't some kind of green freak, are you?"
Kat laughed. "Would it be so bad if I was?"
Lukas shook his head, sending a spray of droplets over her body. "Maybe not. It will be hard, though. You won't be able to wear furs or leather."
Kat snorted. "No need to go so drastic on me. Let's just start with caring for the trees, okay?" She glared at him. "And besides, I've never worn a fur anything, and I never will." She gave a shudder.
Lukas laughed and lifted her onto his lap. "To that I am in total agreement."
They both showered, then Lukas headed out to grab two fresh towels from the closet beside the washbasin.
He wrapped one around his waist, then threw the other around Kat. She looked amazing, her face free of makeup, her hair slick against her skull. He bent down and began to wring the water out of her clothes.
Kat let out a shriek, and he froze. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice shrill.
"I'm squeezing the water out of your clothes before I throw them in the dryer." He spoke slowly, as if she didn't understand English.
"Hand them over, you oaf."
"Oaf?" he asked as he dropped the wet mass into her palm. She looked furious. He thought it best not to mess with her.
"Yes. You don't wring silk out like it's a piece of cotton." She put her other hand on her towel-covered hip. "I bet you would have just thrown them in the dryer on Normal too."
"Why would I not do that?" he asked carefully.
She raised her other hand and poked a finger into his chest. "Because dryers don't have those handy-dandy Gentle cycles just so that the buttons look pretty on the control panel." She glared at him. "Silks go on Gentle wash and dry cycles. God knows, I paid enough for them not to have some bumbling fool male ruin them."
His tried hard not to burst out laughing. He kind of liked this furious Kat. "I would have replaced them if I'd ruined them."
"That's not the point." She glared at him. "Ugh. I'm probably wasting my time teaching you this stuff." She huffed and sailed past him. "Where's your dryer?"
He hid a grin and walked ahead of her, leading her down the passage to a louvered closet beside the kitchen. Thrusting it open, he pointed at the dryer. "Dryer," he said.
"I know what that is," she snapped.
As she tugged open the door and threw her silk inside, he wrapped his hands around her waist. "You ever heard of post-coital bliss?" he murmured against her neck.
She slammed the door shut and poked at the Gentle cycle button, only turning to face him when the machine began to run.
"What?" she snapped. She looked annoyed, but there was a slight twinkle in her eye that told him she was slowly calming down.
"Post. Coital. Bliss. It's this thing that couples are meant to experience after sex. I think you may be broken." He spoke seriously, his expression sad.
Kat snorted and hit him hard. "Ouch. What was that for?"
"Ouch, my ass. Big oaf like you felt pain after that little tap?" She spun on her heel and headed into the kitchen.
He trotted after her, enjoying the view of said ass. "I think you may have hurt my feelings."
She turned to him, her lips a tight line as she tried to control the smile that twisted at the corner of her mouth. "How does one hurt the feelings of a big bear like you?"
Lukas's smile disappeared at Kat's words. Reality came crashing down on him, and from Kat's expression, his emotions had been clear on his face for her to see.
"What's wrong?" She stepped toward him and put a hand on his forearm. "I'm sorry. I..."
He patted her fingers. She'd said the word bear, but did that mean Carson had told her about their species, or had it just been a passing comment? From her innocent expression, he had to assume she didn't know.
And that brought him to his next problem. She didn't know she'd just fucked a freaking bear shifter.
What would she do when she did find out?
21. KAT
KAT WASN'T SURE WHAT TO do with herself as she popped a piece of steak into her mouth. Lukas had insisted she stay, and considering her clothes were still in the dryer, she had little choice.
He'd ordered steak and fries from a nearby bar, and they ate in almost silence, one that was not in the least bit awkward. They'd fallen into a comfortable rhythm, working in the kitchen together as if they'd been in the same space for years.
Lukas lifted the bottle to top up her glass of pinot, but she waved him off. "I have to drive home. I don't need to be stopped for a DUI."
"I'll drop you off."
She snorted. "Then you get the DUI?"
He laughed, his eyes raking over her. She knew that look, and she didn't plan on giving in a second time. She had to get home and think about what had just happened.
Then she froze.
"What's wrong?" Lukas leaned forward.
"You didn't use a condom," she whispered.
Lukas sat back and gave a derisive laugh. "We don't have to worry about that. I won't be able to have a child."
Kat's face crumpled, and she looked so sad that Lukas leaned forward again. "It's fine. I've known most of my life."
Kat frowned. "Why?"
"It's a family gene thing. Our line is dying, and each generation has produced fewer and fewer offspring. It's pretty much a certainty."
"How certain?" Kat asked. "Have you seen a doctor about it?" Kat could feel her eyes begin to moisten. What a sad thing for his family. Then she stiffened. "Is Marek...?"
Lukas nodded.
"Did they break up because of that?" Kat asked softly. Then she shook her head. "No, Carson isn't a superficial girl." Then she sighed.
Lukas reached for her fingers and gave them a squeeze. "Whatever is going on with the two of them, I know they can work it out. They just need time to find themselves in their relationship."
"I know. I just wish I knew what happened. Then I'd be able to help Carson get better."
"How is she?"
"Taking it badly. She's sick to her stomach most days, and when she's not, she's depressed." Carson sighed and was grateful when Lukas squeezed her fingers again. "I think she's getting stronger, though. Or at least I hope she is."
"She will. She's a strong woman."
Kat frowned. "What do you know about Carson?"
Lukas let out a deep laugh. "Nothing from Marek, that's for sure." When Kat quirked an eyebrow, he smiled. "My cousin Rafe. He likes Carson, and he was pissed when she left."
"More Sarkozy men?"
Lukas nodded. "Yeah. There's a bunch of us, but we're dwindling."
"What about girls?" asked Kat as she chewed on a piece of buttered toast.
/> "Yeah, we have girls. But not as often. The thing with the Sarkozy clan is that the fewer there are of us, the more we feel we need to stick together. So, we're essentially a bunch of brothers."
Kat smiled. "That's cute. And you're very lucky. Family support and unity isn't as common as you'd think."
"What about yours?"
Kat shrugged. "My Mom died about five years ago, and my Dad remarried a year later. They live out in New Hampshire. I have a brother, Wolf, who's climbing Everest as we speak, and a grandfather who died two weeks ago. That's about all there is to tell about my genetic line."
Lukas smiled and tilted his head. He looked terribly cute when he did that. "It can't be all that bad. From the sound of your voice, you have a good relationship with your brother, at least. That right there is more than most people can dream of."
Kat heard the sadness in his voice. "Are your parents..."
Lukas nodded. "They're both gone. It happened when we were kids. Rafe's family took me in. I was loved, but I was a little bit of a hellion."
Kat smiled. "I can just imagine." She was trying to keep her thoughts focused on the conversation.
She was staring at him, and when his fingers tightened on hers, she felt a rush of heat within her core. The man was making her wet her panties again, and she wasn't even wearing any. With a start, Kat realized she was sitting at the dining table with only a towel wrapped around her. How had she forgotten her vulnerability?
She had to leave before things got out of hand.
You are kidding, right?
Yeah, out of hand had already happened.
Kat cleared her throat. "I really should be going. Carson will be worried."
"Carson's not a baby."
Kate got to her feet. "Still, I think it's best if I leave."
Her conscience was already poking at her with its deadly sharp tip, reminding her that she'd lied to this man, and that she'd have to keep lying to him now. How could she come clean about Mr. Anonymous now? Kat had seen many a relationship die an early death because a woman had more money. Some men didn't like to feel beholden. Unless, of course, they were gold diggers themselves.
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