I don’t think so, he said to himself, but he recognized the skittish expression and body language. Even now, she was turned away from him as she scrambled around for her clothes. So instead, he climbed off the bed, picking up her discarded panties as he stood up. “Here,” he said.
“Thanks.” She took them from him, unwilling to meet his eyes.
“You should take a shower first,” he suggested casually. “Get refreshed.” His wolf protested, not wanting her to wash away their scent.
“I … thanks.” She scampered off like a rabbit, disappearing into the bathroom.
Using his keen hearing, he waited until he heard the shower turn on. After counting to five, he went in. Steam had barely fogged the enclosed shower, so he could see her curvy silhouette through the glass. His cock twitched in anticipation, ready to take her again. Moving quickly, he opened the door and slipped in.
“I—shit!” She whipped around, hand over her chest. “You scared the hell out of me. What are you—”
He reached behind her to grab the shower gel, but also trapped her between his body and the wall. “I needed a shower too, cher.” His eyes greedily devoured the sight of water sluicing down between her heavy breasts and over her bump.
“You could have waited,” she grumbled.
“It’s my shower,” he pointed out. “Besides, we should conserve water, non?” He squirted some shower gel over her chest. “Oops, sorry.”
She glared at him. “Accident?”
“Mm-hmm.” His hands cupped her slick breasts, fingers teasing the sensitive nipples, making her moan aloud. Backing her against the tiled wall, he pressed his hips against her so she could feel the hardness of his cock.
“Marc, please …” She ground up against him.
He hooked his hand under her knee and positioned between her thighs. “Yes?”
“Yes … oh. Yes!”
As his senses awakened, Delacroix was immediately aware of Mika’s presence all around him. The warmth of her body. The sound of the gentle rise and fall of her breath. The smell of her lavender and spice scent. The lingering taste of her skin on his tongue. And, as he opened one eye, saw her naked curves pressed up against him, the hard bump lodged against his side.
His breath caught just looking at her. Reaching down, he lay a hand on her belly, marveling at it. He could see and touch it over and over again and he would never not be amazed at the thought that life was growing inside her.
“Hmmm …” She began to stir, her long lashes fluttering open. “What time—fuck!”
In a flurry of limbs, she scampered away from him and hopped out of bed. “What time is it?”
Glancing at the clock on his side, he said. “Eight thirty.”
“Eight—Goddammit! We’re already late!”
He leaned back on the headboard, watching her scramble around the room as she searched for her discarded clothes. “I think your bra’s by the door, cher,” he offered cheerfully.
That sent a death glare his way. “I should have gone back to my place last night.”
He waved at the door. “No one was stopping you.”
Her face turned red, then she turned her back to him to continue the hunt for her clothing. “Ha!” She raised a hand triumphantly as she found her leggings. “What are you doing still lying there like a lump? Go jump in the shower and get ready.”
Smiling to himself, he rolled off the bed and strolled casually to the bathroom. While she seemed annoyed at having woken up late, she didn’t completely fly off the handle and storm out by herself. There was no shame or regret at what they had done last night, and she actually wanted him to come along with her today.
Fifteen minutes later, they were in the elevator, on their way to the car. “I have a spare set of clothes at the office,” she said. “If I keep my coat on until we get inside, no one will notice I’m wearing yesterday’s outfit. And then—are you whistling?”
He stopped, realizing she was right. “Oh, guess I was.”
The elevator stopped, and she rolled her eyes, then strolled out before him. He merely followed; his gaze stuck on the view of her perfect ass swaying in front of him.
They made it to headquarters just after nine o’clock. She yanked the door to her office open as she unbuttoned her coat. “I can’t believe you let me sleep in. Don’t you have an alarm set? How do you even manage to wake up in time to get me breakfast?”
He stopped. “Uh, cher—”
“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into staying the night.” She shrugged her coat off, and nodded at his crotch. “Does your dick have some kind of magic? You better keep that thing away—”
“Cher!”
“What?”
He nodded in the direction of her desk. Four pairs of eyes were staring at them. Needless to say, Lizzie, Wyatt, Arch, and Cliff were much too shocked to say anything.
“Fuck. I thought this meeting was tomorrow.” Color drained from her face, and she stood there, frozen. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Arch let out an amused chuckle. “Really? What does it look like, Mika?”
Cliff’s mouth pulled into a thin line. “Goddammit! You motherfucker.”
Delacroix tensed as the humungous man rose to his feet and stretched out to full height. He didn’t realize Cliff was especially protective of Mika. Or did the other man have feelings for her too? He was preparing for the worst when Cliff pivoted and turned toward Lizzie. “How the hell did you know we’d catch them today? Did you cheat?”
“Pay up,” she laughed, which was followed by a snort, and held out her hand.
Cliff grumbled but pulled his wallet from his back pocket, took out a couple of bills, then handed them to Lizzie.
“You were betting on us?” Delacroix asked, stunned.
“Well, what else were we supposed to do?” Lizzie’s eyes gleamed as she counted the bills. “Easiest money I ever made.”
“If it makes you feel better, aside from us
