“No, I see it.” Michael didn’t take his eyes off his mate’s ass. He wasn’t lying. The view was perfection.
She whipped around all of a sudden and glared at him. “Were you looking out the window at all?”
“Nope.” No sense lying. He grinned and tipped his head to one side. “Sorry.”
“I love your family—”
“They are as much your family now as mine. Don’t you know that?”
She smiled and came over to sit on the side of his bed. With her feet dangling, she kicked off her shoes, and then she scooted back, tucking her legs beneath her Indian style before she glanced back up. “I’m sorry. Do you mind?” She gestured to his bed with both arms.
Baby, you can sit on, in, next to, over, under, beside, or across my bed any damn time you want. “Of course not.”
Michael pulled out a chair from under his desk with trembling fingers and prayed she didn’t notice how nervous he was as he sat.
Alyssa cleared her throat, intent on continuing. “What I mean is … your family has been the best thing to ever happen to me. And I admit I’m worried about messing that up. The last thing I want to do is muddy the waters where your parents are concerned. I adore them … love them.”
“How would that ever change?”
“If something went wrong between us I suppose.”
“Babe, nothing is going to go wrong. It doesn’t work like that. It’s like fate. We are destined for each other. It’s not like we’re teenage humans, and the novelty is going to wear off and leave one of us needing to move out. We’re wolves. We mate for life.”
“What if…” She bit that damn bottom lip again and glanced at the ceiling. Her voice was nearly a whisper when she continued, sticking her hands under her butt to hold them still. “What if you don’t … I mean what if you aren’t pleased with… Oh, shit.” He’d never heard her cuss. And she hadn’t either apparently because she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide.
Michael couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. “It’s okay, Alyssa. You are allowed to cuss. I do it all the time.”
She relaxed infinitesimally but let her gaze wander around the room as though searching for a secret exit or hoping she could push the eject button and be flung from the house.
If he had a clue what she was trying to say, he’d gladly put her out of her misery, but he was drawing a blank.
To urge her to continue, he prodded, “What won’t I be pleased with?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he had a suspicion.
“I don’t have any … um … experience … with men, I mean. I might not measure up to what you’re used to and then—”
She froze when a sharp laugh escaped his lips. Her face fell. Michael jumped up, the chair flipping over behind him as he dashed to the side of the bed and climbed up to face her. “Hang on…” Damn boots… Michael pulled them both off and then faced his contrite mate head on. He had to work to get his legs to bend the way she had, but finally he sat in front of her in the same tangled fashion she’d contorted into.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I wasn’t doing it at your expense. You just shocked me is all.”
Alyssa’s face turned bright red, and her gaze dipped to his lap before embarrassment caused her to jerk her eyes to one side instead.
His cock leaped at her naiveté and inexperience. The fellow wanted her worse than anything in the world.
“First of all,” he began, “you could never ever do anything in my bed that wouldn’t ‘measure up’ as you put it. There is no measuring to be done. I would never, for a moment, compare you to any other woman I’ve ever met. In fact, in your presence, I can’t even remember any other person in the world anyway. You wipe my mind blank just by being in the room. Besides, I haven’t been with anyone since the day I met you. It seemed … like I would have been cheating on you after that day.
“Second of all, it makes me shake with pride and tenderness that you have no experience with any other men. I adore that. Not that it would matter if you did, but the idea that I’ll be the only man you ever have inside you makes my cock swell with need.”
Alyssa flinched at the crude word.
“Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me and humor me with my language. I’m pretty blunt in the bedroom. I’ll try to tone down my language for a while until you get used to it.
“And lastly,” Michael reached to run his fingers through a long strand of golden hair, “there is no ‘and then’ as you put it. I wouldn’t and couldn’t walk away from this. It’s permanent. There’s no going back. You’re mine. I want you so bad I can taste it.” He leaned closer, knowing he was pressuring her but unable to stop himself. He wanted to taste her again right now. Press her into the mattress and feel her curves beneath him as he kissed her.