They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.
He’d never felt more comfortable, more sated, and he absently splayed his hands around the curve of Summer’s rear, healing any injuries he’d inflicted on his boyfriend throughout the duration of their passionate love-making. Feeling the other male shiver beneath him, he leaned up on his elbows and glanced down, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to shower with me to warm up?”
“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”