A Lady's Heart (Takhini Shifters #3)(15)

He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a gurgled moan.

Mandy had skipped any kind of foreplay, going straight to a one-two-punch move. One, grasping him at the base of his cock and tilting him downward before two, opening her mouth and surrounding him.

He'd been in the shower, so he'd been hot and wet, but this-?

Not the same. Not remotely the same.

"Holy fuck-"

Mandy pulled back, a slight pop accompanying the motion. "Yes? Am I doing it right?"

"There is no way to do this wrong," he told her. "Trust me."

Mandy grinned. "Okay, let me rephrase that. Is there a way to do this better?"

He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. "Want to be a star pupil, do you?"

"Anything worth doing is worth doing right."

He grinned. Placing his hand over hers, he adjusted the angle. "Squeeze with this hand if you want, up and down. Your fist will give you a way to stop my cock from going too deep. And here." He took her other hand and brushed her finger over the most sensitive part. "Remember this spot. If you use your fingers or your tongue on there, trust me, you'll get the response you're looking for."

"I'll remember that," she promised. "Just do me a favour, and make a lot of noise when I do something you like."

Which is why Justin found himself feeling all sorts of foolish as he willingly followed instructions.

She licked delicately, and he hummed.

She closed her lips around him and sucked, and the hum became a low growl. But when she got her fist going, trying to time each pump with a combination suck and tongue swirl, Justin lost his ever-loving mind and broke out into a full growl.



       
         
       
        

He slammed his palms against the tiles opposite him, tilting his hips on every move as he offered encouragement.

"Right there. Hard, Mandy, right there … "

It was like having a front-row seat at the most spectacular porn show ever, especially considering he wasn't just watching, but experiencing a Technicolor and sensory overload, with all of the Disney special effects thrown in. If they made a ride like this at one of the theme parks, the developers would be multibillionaires before the end of the first month.

She was looking up at him, lashes fluttering to knock the water off that was lightly misting over her, and he shifted his shoulders to guard her more. The position made her clutch at his butt with one hand, working him with the other, and he could have sworn the decorations in the bathroom changed from blues and whites into swirling doodads and purple comets shooting into the sky.

"Coming," he warned, but she just made a sound of affirmation and then stilled her hand while she did that tongue/sucking thing again.

The comets exploded. Rockets took off, and the entire space program and Fourth of July shot through the end of his cock.

Mandy swallowed hard a couple of times before pulling back, her hand moving over him too gently to help him finish. He covered her fingers with his to jerk out the rest of his response, his seed flying onto her cheek and down her breasts.

Which set him off all over again.

Head spinning, the only thing he was fully aware of was they weren't nearly done. Justin reached for her and prepared to blow her mind.





Chapter Eight





Mandy sat back on her heels to take a deep breath and … well, honestly? Gloat.

Forget that she'd knocked off an item on her list, she'd thoroughly enjoyed his response. And to top it off, it seemed in spite of her best efforts, Justin was nowhere near done.

Which, hello, lovely side effect of being shifters.

She didn't mind at all when he tucked his hands around her and brought her to her feet. He paused for only a second before lifting her higher and draping her over his body. The shower spray struck her skin with teeny dancing needles of fine, warm mist, the prickles contrasting deliciously with the smooth heat of his tongue as he licked and teased and kissed.

"Can't stop."

The words were growled desperately, and she hurried to reassure him there was no place she'd rather be.

"I'm good right here," she promised.

He seemed pleased with her answer. He nipped at the edge of her breast before following it with a tender kiss. "So beautiful. So damn brave."

Mandy let her happiness escape in a long, contented sigh. 

"I've been called beautiful before, but honestly, it means so much more when it's not only about something that's skin deep." She let go of his shoulders, trusting him to hold her in place as she pressed her palms to his face and allowed her contentment to shine through. "Thank you for saying I'm brave."

"Not just words," he offered, rubbing their noses together affectionately. "Everything you do screams how brave you are."

"It hasn't always been that way," she said.

He held her against him, their frantic, passionate rush transforming into something different. "It's always been there for people who knew how to see. You're not just being brave for others anymore. Now you're being brave for you."

Mandy's heart swelled. If she wasn't careful she was going to admit she was falling …

No. She wasn't ready to admit it. "Again, thank you."

She pressed their lips together and kissed him, softly at first then with growing intensity until he was back to making some of those intoxicating noises she'd pulled from him earlier.

Her thought was that he would slow down and take them back into the bedroom, but that idea quickly vanished as he pressed her shoulders against the wall of the shower, their lips connected, her legs wrapped around his sturdy body.

His fingers drifted over her belly and between her legs, and she made a noise of her own as he stroked her sex. Over and over, fingers barely slipping in, then out, then over her clit until she was desperate to be filled.

He adjusted position until the thick head of his cock pressed into her, and they both made noises as he slid home, satisfaction and delight echoing from the walls of the shower. Her higher tone and his deep accompaniment blended together and swirled in the enclosure. She moaned, and their noises of pleasure mixed together into musical tones that echoed back over her skin in an auditory seduction.

Staccato beats joined the chorus as he withdrew then thrust forward. Over and over, their bodies impacted against each other as the rapid pulse reverberated off the walls.

"Oh, Justin-"

Her breathing sped up, fingertips digging into his shoulders as he pulsed his hips against hers, cock driving into her passage and sending her senses reeling. They were both panting. Gasping for air as he rested his forehead on the tiles beside her. His breath hot on her skin.

Somewhere in her past she'd lived a life full of pain and uncertainty. She'd been captive in a way that her shifter soul should never have had to experience, but here and now, all that vanished. Faded into a misty haze that was no longer a part of her life. Or at least, no longer a part of her future.

This was her new life. Pleasure was being bestowed upon her until she was ready to explode with it. No retreat-no escape, but she didn't want a way out.

She needed.

With every fiber of her being, she needed-not just the sex, but the caring that was implicit in his every touch.

As if sensing she'd vanished down a rabbit hole of memories and introspection, Justin slowed. His hands on her hips cradled her carefully. He switched from pounding into her as if welding them together to silent, long slow strokes that nearly drew him from her body before connecting them an inch at a time. Finishing with pure, complete one-ness.

Over.

And over.

Pleasure creeping over her like molasses on a winter's day.

Senses tingling.

Her breath caught in her chest as he lifted his gaze to hers and slipped … in … all … the … way.

And stopped.

He pressed their foreheads together. "I have been dreaming about this for fucking ever, excuse the language."

Inside a bubble expanded, reaching up and twisting her lips. Happiness taking her by storm until, in spite of the edge of urgency pulsing between them, in spite of the need she had to finish this together, in spite of his cock buried in her body-



       
         
       
        

Laughter escaped between one breath and the next.

His eyes widened in the second she was watching him before she caught his face in her hands and pulled their mouths back together. Lips meshing as she tightened her legs, digging her heels into his ass. Squeezing her core around his shaft. Loving the sensation of fullness as he growled into her mouth and shifted position, pressing even deeper.

A half-dozen strokes followed, and another six after that. Each one deliberate, as if he were stroking a bow over the strings of a Stradivarius. Her body reacted, rising rapidly toward completion. Hovering for one second before teetering over the edge and flashing a bright, white ecstasy over her.

Their breaths mingled as he swore, capturing her lips a second later to swallow her moan. The fingers caressing her ass gentled as her sex grabbed his shaft in a final desperate pulse.

Time slipped past as they returned to their senses. The water was still hot as it cascaded over them, but a delicious sense of relaxation and satisfaction had replaced any worry.