It was as she was rinsing the conditioner from her hair that Danica felt a chill on her back followed by the presence of a warm muscular body behind

her. Gio’s scent swirled around her, comforting both her and her wolf. Without saying a word, he took the soapy sponge from the shelf, tipped her

head forward, and washed every inch of her back. Then he moved onto her arms, her ass, her legs. Never was his touch anything but gentle. Then he

turned her to face him and washed the front of her body in much the same way. At no point was his touch seductive, but somehow she...