She tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm climbed to the surface. So close. Would she disappoint him if she couldn’t come again?
“Now, Kathleen. Come.” He reached between their bodies. Before she knew what he was doing, he’d pinched her clit with his fingers. She exploded, her pussy grasping his cock and squeezing him as her orgasm washed through her entire body.
On the heels of her release, Gabe pushed into her as far as possible and groaned through his own orgasm. He filled her with his seed, pulse after pulse of his come slicking the inside of her sex.
She watched his face as he came undone through the end of her own release.
When he finally relaxed, his gaze landed on hers and he stroked her face again. “Thank you, mate of mine. That was the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.” He collapsed onto his side, landing just to her left so she wouldn’t be smashed by his enormous frame.
She still struggled to breathe normal, reaching for his biceps that landed across her chest and stroking his firm arm. How did a doctor who worked as many hours as she was sure he did have enough time to work out as much as his muscles attested to?
His breathing slowed as she explored his skin.
This was really happening. She had let this demanding persistent shifter claim her. She was mated. Now what?
Chapter Five
Gabe stood beside the bed and stared down at his sweet mate. She’d fallen asleep, her hair spread out around her on his pillow. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. She’d been gloriously open to him as he took her for the first time. And so damn beautiful when she came, her mouth hanging open, her eyes half-closed, her neck long and stretched.
He ran his fingers through the curls against the pillow, watching her relaxed face, her chest rising and falling evenly in slumber.
He wanted her again. But he also wanted to go for a run with her. He’d not been able to get enough free time to shift and dash between the trees since he’d returned home and that was the best part about his parents’ land.
He needed to ease her awake and slid back in between the sheets next to her.
The top sheet he’d pulled over their tangled bodies after they’d collapsed rested just over the tips of her breasts. Unable to resist, he trailed one finger down her neck and across the valley of her cleavage. He tugged the sheet gently with his foot until it left her chest bare to his gaze.
So fucking sexy. Her skin was perfection, a light tan color that was her normal skin tone. Her rosy nipples stood at attention even in sleep. He drew circles around the tips, so delicately that she would barely notice. Her nipples rose higher anyway, poking forward, begging for him to touch them.
She moaned and arched into his touch. When he let his gaze wander to her face, he found her eyes open to small slits. Her smile melted his heart. How long had she been watching?
“Stop that,” she whispered with no conviction whatsoever. She didn’t even move a muscle.
“Now, why would I do that? It makes you smile. It makes your skin flush. And it makes your nipples bead. All things I like to see.”
“You’re going to wear me out.”
“Yes. Over and over again. Day and night. For as long as you let me.” He grinned, his gaze returning to her chest.
He pushed the sheet lower and trailed a path down her stomach to circle her belly button.
She sucked her stomach in tight, the dip hollowing out her center.
Lower still he kicked the sheet until her pussy was bare to his gaze. “What made you decide to shave? Did you do it for me?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been doing it for a while. I like the way it feels and there’s never any worry of embarrassment when I wear a bikini. Do you like it?”
“I love it. I’m just surprised.” He tipped his head up to look her in the eye. “How skimpy is this bikini?” Why did he feel a sudden overwhelming protectiveness and . . . jealously for anyone who’d ever seen her that way?
She giggled as he tickled her hip. “Are you worried?”
Yes. “I might be. Depends on who sees you that way and how much fabric there is.”
“I’m a girl.” She shrugged. “I wear bikinis. At least as long as I can before I get old and fat and sloppy.” She scrunched up her face.
“Were you planning to do that soon?” he teased.
She bit her lip. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Would you lose interest in me?”
“Never.” He kissed her lips. “Let’s go for a run.”
“What, now?”
“Yes. I want to run free with you. And then we’ll discuss this bikini.” What the hell was the matter with him? Since when did he care what his girlfriends wore and who saw them in a state of semi-nudity? Since you claimed this one as your own.