Just as it was ending, the most intense burst of pure spice rolled over me. Kit’s breath was warm on my lips as his mouth pulled into a silent shout. His fingers dug into my lower back, hips pressing into mine.
Our chests heaved together as we gradually stopped moving. Kit’s lips ghosted across mine in uneven bursts, his foreheadand nose brushing close. One of his thighs rested between mine. Even with my orgasm fading, I wanted to keep him here, his hands on my skin and his lips moving with mine.
Our breathing slowed, our heartbeats calming, but Kit remained pressed into my front. Soon, our underwear would become uncomfortable, but I wanted to remain here with him for as long as he allowed it.
I kissed him, again and again, each time as incredible as the last. Kit’s mouth stretched into a smile. His teeth gently bit my lower lip before he broke away.
I blinked him into focus as he settled on the pillow, his face peaceful in a way I’d never seen before. His scent was infused with warm spice, but the tugging urgency between us had dimmed. I wanted Kit close, but it was just like all the other times I’d cuddled him and never wanted to let go.
He flexed his hands across my lower back, but didn’t create any more distance between us. My eyes fixed on his red lips, the skin puffy.
‘You enjoyed that, right?’ Kit checked.
A laugh bubbled up, the movement jutting my hips into his. We both groaned, pleasure sparking as our groins pressed together. My smile grew.
‘That.’ I stretched to kiss him. ‘Was.’ I kissed him again. ‘Amazing.’
The final kiss was long and soft. I wanted a million of these moments with Kit. I wanted to kiss him in bed and in his shop and out in the mountains. I wanted quick pecks and lingering presses with open mouths.
I leant back and sighed, happiness singing through me. ‘I want to kiss you forever.’
Kit grinned, wide and open, before he buried his face in my neck. ‘That would be inconvenient at times. I’m not sure my customers would approve, and I don’t think kissing would bequite as fun while you perform some of the animal examinations Aster told me about.’
I laughed and nuzzled into his hair. ‘It would still be good, though.’
I didn’t see how anything could stop Kit’s lips on mine being remarkable. I’d never wanted to kiss anyone before, had barely known if I wanted to kiss him, but if almost dying in a storm and becoming a werewolf was what was needed for me to recognise what I was feeling, I’d do it all again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
KIT
Coming in my underwear during any of my previous sexual encounters would have been mortifying. Sex had been all about stamina and being some kind of slick master of the arousing arts.
The happiness radiating from Lucas as he snuggled close after we’d both come quickly like two over eager school boys was confirmation that ditching my life and my meaningless sexual encounters in London was the right decision.
Lucas’s joy was infectious. He didn’t seem bothered that we’d orgasmed without doing anything especially exciting. I guess that after sex being weirdly unfulfilling, any kind of orgasm with another person that felt truly good would be mind blowing. Even if it was slightly premature.
I untucked my face from his neck. I cringed when my cheek landed on a damp section of pillow. Finding a dry patch would be a challenge. I smiled despite the reminder of my earlier sadness. I didn’t know how much time had passed since Lucas’s lips had made contact with mine, but it wasn’t nearly long enough that the misery inside of me could have converted to joy without his intervention.
‘We should get washed up,’ I murmured, unwilling to lay for much longer in sticky underwear but equally unmotivated to move away from Lucas.
‘We should shower together,’ he said, then turned a deep crimson. ‘Oh, shit. Sorry. Apparently the nonsense that tumbles out of my mouth on a regular basis is now going to include demands to stay as close to you as possible. Always, and in any way I can. You can just ignore me.’
I grinned. ‘Maybe I don’t want to?’
His eyes widened. ‘You’d shower with me?’
I didn’t think the joy flooding the air between us could get any sweeter. If I took a bite of Lucas’s scent after I nodded, even teeth with the power to heal themselves would have had at least one or two cavities to contend with.
Getting to the bathroom took a while. We were both unable to spend more than a second or two without our hands or lips on the other’s skin.
Relief threaded through the happiness dancing inside me. I’d been so unsure whether Lucas would find anything with me that he’d been unable to with anyone else. He cared for me deeply, but that didn’t have to translate into sexual desire. If it automatically did, then he would have made all of Aster’s dreams come true and married him years ago.
‘Oh, ew.’ I pulled away from Lucas’s lips. We’d managed to get into the bathroom, stood entwined in the centre of the room.
‘Too much tongue?’ Lucas’s eyebrows drew together. ‘Kisses that feel amazing are new to me, but don’t feel like you have to go along with everything just because I like it.’
I leant forward and licked across his swollen bottom lip. His eyes were glazed when I pulled back.
