Beneath The Skin: De La Vega Cats, Book 3 - Plot & Excerpts
She soaped up, wincing a little as the newly healed slash in her back tugged when she reached up to get her hair soaped up. He normally did that. He had good hands, and while he was washing her hair, he gave a great scalp massage too. But of course he was outside being a dick and not in here with her getting lucky. Boys could be so stubborn sometimes. She wasn’t weak. She didn’t need protecting, though since this was a private conversation in her head, she could admit she sort of liked it when he got all protective. Being his focus like that was…it made her sort of shivery. Gave her butterflies. On the other hand, feeling like a responsibility or a burden sucked. She managed to finish rinsing off and get out. Her clothes were in the bedroom so she had to go out. But he was waiting, on the bed. Her clothes at his side. If he thought he was going to get in any naked, horizontal fun with her after all this stuff he did, he was out of his furry mind. “I’m sorry.” She froze, eyeing him carefully.
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