Once Mated Twice Shy(17)

“Lettie?” Jordan tossed the robe at the hook on the wall. Gorgeous. He always had the most spectacular body. Well-defined pectorals and abs, and his backside was a well muscled work of art. She wondered if she could get him to… of course, she could. Just look at him, she thought, he’s already hard as steel. She curled her finger at him, beckoning him inside the glass stall. As if, he was going to wait for an invitation. Jordan stepped inside and pushed her against the wall. “You have a bite to tend to Lettie.” She stretched up on tip toe as he bent down. She kissed the bite then licked it. The wound started to fade but the mark was permanent unless she rejected him again. “Your turn.” She shook her head. “What do you mean no?” His eyes turned amber.

“You promised no biting.” Her eyes were round. She couldn’t take another bite, not yet. Just the thought of teeth on her skin scared the hell out of her.

“That was before this.” He pointed. “What will people think about me walking around marked, if you’re not?” She could feel his breath on her wet skin.

“I thought that I was the only one who mattered.” She cocked her head then stuck her face under the water to hide the smile.

“You are. You… but… shit.” Lettie couldn’t help it, a sputtering Jordan was funny, and she giggled. “You’re messing with me? Are you messing with me?” Lettie picked up the shampoo and poured some into her hand. She crooked her finger at him and he bent over to let her shampoo his hair. “Are you messing with me?” She shushed him and kissed his mark as her fingernails worked his scalp. He loved it when she washed him or scratched him. Her fingers were so arousing to him. He trembled. Lettie pulled his head under the water and let him rinse it off while she shampooed her own hair. God that felt so good. She felt so damned grungy. She immediately grabbed the soap and lathered her entire body. “Let me do that.” He growled taking the soap and working up lather then washed her. His hands felt good on her skin. Jordan kissed her skin through the suds every chance he got. Maybe he could soothe the damage the rogues had done to his mate. If he could, perhaps there was a chance she would let him mark her. “I love you Lettie.” She pointed at her mouth and he smiled then kissed her lips. She took the soap back and washed her man. “I want you.” He growled in her ear. Her hands found his erection, the soap made them slip easily over its length. She cupped then tugged on his sack testing the weight of it in her hands. “Fuck Lettie.” He slapped the tiles behind her. “Let me inside of you.” Lettie turned around and rubbed her behind on his erection. “Oh hell yes!” He turned into the spray to rinse then pressed himself against her. One hand pulled her hips back and up until she was on her toes, the other came up to tweak her nipples. She gasped. She loved it when he was a little rough. Jordan positioned himself behind her and eased himself into her hot center. “You are so wet and ready for me.” Lettie moaned and that set him off. Jordan took her roughly, plunging inside of her. His wet sack slapped gently against her. His fingers slipped into her slick folds to tap gently on her clit. Oh! That was new. Usually he would rub small circles when he wanted her to come quickly. She trembled with his new rhythm. Tap, tap, swirl, oh God! She screamed inside her head. He rolled her nipple with his other hand and Lettie cried out. “Oh darlin’ I love the way your body wraps itself around my cock and squeezes me. Tap, tap, swirl. That was the end of her. Lettie detonated around him. The tile was cool against her cheek. The orgasm hit her fast and hard, crashing over her and through her. Tap, tap, swirl. Another one chased the first and Lettie couldn’t stop the keening cry that burst out of her. Tap, tap, swirl, all the while Jordan pounded into her and she’d never felt anything so incredible in her life. He twisted and worked a new set of nerves inside of her, two, three strokes and she was coming again. She felt like a wet, limp, dishrag. “Let me mark you darlin.’” Lettie shook her head. “Please baby, it will make this so perfect. I’ll wait until you come again.” She shook her head. Jordan pulled out of her. He was going to pout now. He didn’t get his way so he would find a way to punish her. He turned her around to face him. His lips met hers, his tongue explored and tangled with hers. Jordan lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle then entered her. His forehead rested against hers. “I love you baby.” He rocked gently into her. His eyes were intent on hers and Lettie swallowed. “I love you. Whatever you want, okay?” Lettie nodded. She reached up and knotted her fists in his hair then bucked against him. “Oh Christ Lettie you know I can’t take that.” She grinned and moved against him, took what she wanted and gave him no choice but to climax. His big body shook against her, all of his muscles trembled and seized. He buried his face in her neck while the climax ran its course, his breath coming in heavy pants.