Agony had never been so wonderful.
Kovo moved faster. I tilted my hips so he would hit just the right…spot.
His chest was gorgeous. Muscled. I lifted my hands to lay them flat on his skin and moved them up and down over his bulging shoulders. He held his body a fraction above me with heavily muscled arms, the cut lines of his strong body drawing my eye like magnets.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to hug him, bite him, squeeze him, moan, scream. Everything combined inside me until I exploded.
He fucked me through the orgasm, the slide of his huge cock stretching me open, filling me to the brink, hitting the nerves again and again until I thought I might die from orgasm overdose. I didn’t know how much violent pounding my heart could take.
A few more thrusts, slower, deliberate, and Kovo joined me. His hands clenched into fists and pulled up the blanket next to my head.
I stroked his chest until it was over and he could focus again. Our gazes locked. I licked my lips.
His cock twitched inside me. “Careful, mate.”
“Or what? You’ll make me have another orgasm?” I couldn’t seem to stop petting him. Didn’t want to. “Perhaps I should warn you now. That is not a very effective threat.”
He stared at me for a few seconds then burst into laughter. He rolled to his side, pulling me with him so that we were both on our sides, facing one another.
We remained silent for long minutes, coming down from the edge. His huge hand moved at a soothing speed from upper thigh, over my hip to just beneath my breast. Over and over until I was touch drunk.
“What were you going to tell me?”
“Hmm?” Words? He wanted me to use words? Now?
He stopped petting me and I opened my eyes in instant protest. “Don’t stop.”
“You seem unable to talk when I touch you.”
“I can talk.”
He ignored me as if I hadn’t spoken. “An interesting and powerful fact to remember for later.”
I scoffed. “You cannot just pet me to get me to—”
He cupped my breast. I sank into the contact, melted into a proverbial puddle.
Fuck words. Who needed ‘em?
He chuckled and removed his hand, leaving me feeling chilled. Which, of course, made my nipples get hard as little diamonds. Traitors. “Now I’m cold.”
His response was to pull me closer, lift the blanket behind me and wrap it around me until I was like a little burrito lying next to him. “Better?”
“Not as good as you petting me.” No sense lying. Not when I wanted his hands on me as often as possible.
God, this mating thing was intense. I never would have understood it, not really, if…
“What is it? You must tell me.” Kovo’s deep rumble turned serious. “I cannot protect you if I do not know what you must face.”
I sighed. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just, it’s kind of a shock. Stefani is more freaked than I am. But, I have you now, so…” My voice trailed off. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Right? He wouldn’t care. He totally wouldn’t care.
I cared. I had always hated the part of me that had come from my father. Never understood why he’d acted the way he did with mom. Never even asked to see us. And now, thanks tohim,I had Kovo?
I had to be grateful to my deadbeat, absent, never bothered to meet us, father? That just wouldnotcompute.
Kovo waited. He reached up with one hand and slowly traced my cheekbones with one fingertip. “You are very beautiful, mate.”
“Thanks.” Mom had always taught me to simply say thanks when given a compliment, even if you didn’t believe it was true. Not that I was ugly. I was okay. Kind of average. I had the red hair, which was actually nice. It was more auburn and less carrot-top. But with it came the skin so pale it showed every scratch and bump and pimple I’d ever had. I was getting freckles on my arms and back from the days I’d spent on Florida’s beaches. I was no runway model. Not skinny enough for that. Not tall enough either. I was a whole lot of average.
