Page 102 of Gunnar

“Yeah,” I say. “He’s not wrong.”

Her gaze flicks to mine. “About what?”

“About wanting you.”

She looks up and down the hallway.

“This is a lot,” she says quietly.

I take her hands in mine.

“Nothing happens until you’re ready, Alexandria.”

She lets out a breath, like she’s been holding it.

“Okay,” she says.

“Come sit down,” I add. “I’ll make you something warm.”

She hesitates, then nods. “Actually… I think I might go shower first.”

“Perfect,” I say.

She disappears down the dark hallway. A moment later, I hear the bathroom door close.

This time, I listen unashamedly—the sound of the door closing, the water turning on. That brief pause while she undresses, and then the soft creak as the shower door opens.

She steps inside.

Water cascading over her naked body.

A body I’ve already glimpsed.

My cock is so hard it hurts.

I force myself to concentrate on making the tea, while all the time her intoxicating scent fills my nostrils.

By the time she comes back, I’m standing at the counter, waiting.

She pauses in the doorway.

She’s changed into a soft plaid pajama set, the fabric loose against her body, her hair still damp where it falls around her shoulders. She lingers there for a second, combing her fingers through it, like she’s not sure whether to step fully into the room.

I catch the scent of her skin, her hair.

“No bra,” my beast notes, low and satisfied.

My grip tightens on the edge of the counter.

I don’t move.

“It’s ready,” I say instead, nodding toward the mug.

She crosses the room and wraps her hands around it, lifting it to her face. She lets out a soft sigh as she takes a sip, then sets it back down.

For a moment, she just stands there.

Then—