Bowman took it, a tingle running through his fingers as their hands brushed. He gulped the water, eying Kenzie over the glass. She watched him, a little smile on her face.

“Why’d you tranq me?” he asked when he’d finished, his voice a croak.

“You’d been running on adrenaline and no food. You looked terrible.” She wrinkled her nose as she took the empty glass. “You don’t smell that good either.”

Bowman ran his hand through his hair. It did feel dusty and lank. “Thanks.”

“If you want the truth, there was hardly any tranq in the stew I gave you. A couple drops, that’s it.”

“Wait.” Bowman rubbed his hair again, trying to clear his head. “You said you stuck it in my thigh with a needle.”

“I fibbed. Shows you how far gone you were. You believed you hadn’t felt the needle stick, and you believed me when I told you an untruth. You never let me lie.”

“Kenzie, you’re a—”

“Total bitch, I know. But I’m your mate. I take care of you, bitchy or not.”

“I was going to say a pain in my ass.” I was going to say you’re an amazing woman, and I love you.

Kenzie’s smile widened. “How about a shower?”

Bowman’s need jumped to life, the dream lingering. His imaginings hadn’t sated him, not physically.

“Take one with me?” he asked, voice going low.

She put her hand on her hip, the sassy Kenzie returning. “You know how to wash yourself.”

Bowman came off the bed, his strength returning. He ended up next to Kenzie, in her personal space, which was pretty small for Shifters. “Why are you so chirpy all the sudden?”

“Because Gil is a fraud,” Kenzie said, eyes sparkling. “He tricked me into thinking I was forming a mate bond with him. He lied. He was trying to drive a wedge between you and me—I get that now. When I see him, I’m going to kill him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Bowman gave her a grin, then sobered as he laid his hand on her chest. “But you felt something, right?”

“I told you, heartburn.”

Bowman shook his head. “You really believed you felt it. You know you did.”

Kenzie lost her smile. “It was a trick of Gil’s. Must have been.”

She didn’t believe it had been, not exactly, Bowman could tell. He read uncertainty in her.

He leaned to her and kissed her neck. “Come wash my back,” he whispered.

Kenzie flushed. “I’ll think about it.”

She’d say no more than that. Bowman stepped back from her, peeled off his clothes, and left them in a heap by the bed. He watched Kenzie’s gaze rove from his bare shoulders to the hard-on he couldn’t dampen down. Not with Kenzie in the room, looking at him like that.

He walked, naked, into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. He stepped into the cold stream, not bothering to wait for the water to warm, and reached for the soap.

A slender hand took the soap out of his grasp and began to rub it on his back. Bowman faced the tile wall, holding himself up on it with balled fists.

Kenzie slid her soap-slicked hands down his spine, over his buttocks, down his thighs, and along his legs to his ankles. Bowman looked down between his legs to see her concentrating on his calves, scrubbing the soap over them.

“I thought you said I could do that,” he observed.

She shrugged, her hands slick with suds. “Changed my mind.”

Kenzie looked like the best wet dream, with her hair heavy with water, the light streaks in it darkened. Water beaded on her back and trickled from her breasts. She bumped his cock as she worked on his legs, every jolt killing him.

“Kenz.” Bowman’s hand snaked through her hair. “Don’t be a tease.”

Kenzie flashed a hot look up at him. “I thought that’s why you like me.”

No, that’s why I love you. He caressed her wet hair, a shiver of need curling inside him as she slid her hands up to his dark cock.

She soaped it up, every stroke of her fingers making him crazy. He sucked in a breath, his heels coming off the tiled floor, as she washed him all the way to his balls.

Kenzie rinsed her hands, cupped them to gather water, and poured it over his cock. She cleaned him off well, then, before he could help her to her feet, she closed her mouth over him.

A wordless sound came from his throat. Bowman’s hips were moving, thrusting his cock into her before he could master himself.

Kenzie had learned over the years exactly how to take him. How to shape her mouth to give him maximum feeling, to lick under the head where he was especially sensitive, to cup his balls and tickle behind them. Bowman could only stand, his hands in her hair, rocking into her, all thoughts gone. Sensations ruled, blotting out all else.

He had enough presence of mind to haul her upright, lift her against the tiles, and enter her before he came.

Kenzie laughed in delight as Bowman crushed her between himself and the wall as he made love to her. In the early days, when he’d tried to gentle himself for her, she’d urged him on, goading him to master her, to give way to his most basic needs. They’d only grown more beautifully familiar with each other ever since.

Bowman’s seed found home in her, Kenzie slick, tight, and hot. She kissed his face as he dragged in harsh breaths, her own pleasure peaking. She tumbled his hair as the shower’s water poured over them, washing them clean.

“Better than the dream,” Bowman said, kissing her lips, her face, both of them shuddering with release. “I dreamed I was taking you on the kitchen table. This was better.”