“Your head wound needs to be cleaned.” I reached out and gingerly touched his forehead. He flinched, trying not to show the pain that was clearly there, but I could see the bruises forming on his head. I knew it would almost be gone by morning. It was one of the advantages of being a werewolf, but I still didn’t like seeing him injured.
“I’m okay.” Navarro grabbed my hand and pressed my palm against his lips. My heart raced as he placed another kiss on my inner wrist. Every little touch made my skin buzz with anticipation.
“We should get you cleaned up.” My voice was a whisper now as he continued kissing up my arm on the exposed skin.
“We will. After.” His eyes met mine with an intensity that reached my soul. I knew at that moment he didn’t need his wounds cleaned and dressed. He needed
