“And then what?”I ask, my body growing hot once again.
“Then I have a few more positions I want to try out.”
I kiss his chest, and he takes over, claiming my mouth as he moves inside me again.
I don’t get ten minutes to rest, but I’m not complaining.
I don’t complain all night, and when I finally do fall asleep, all I can wonder is if I’ll ever grow tired of being with my mate like this.
I have a feeling the answer is no.
NINE
Abe
The first thingI feel when I wake is peace.Real peace.The kind that sinks right down into your bones and breath and settles there like it belongs.
My wolf is stretched out inside me, satisfied for once instead of restless.
Our mate is safe and satisfied, he sighs, rolling over on his back inside me.
He sounds half asleep.I don’t blame him.We were up for most of the night making love.
The room is quiet.Morning light filters through the curtains.And Roxie… Roxie is curled against me, her cheek resting over my heart, one hand fisted lightly in my T-shirt like she anchored herself there during the night and didn’t want to let go.
My chest tightens.
Yeah.
Same.
I press a soft kiss to her hair.
“Morning,” I murmur.
She shifts, making a sleepy sound that does something dangerous to my self-control.Then her eyes blink open, still hazy and soft.
“Hi,” she whispers.
That one word does more to me than a thousand declarations.
I brush my thumb along her jaw.“Hungry?”
“Oh, my god,” she groans, burying her face in my chest.“Are you going to ask me that every day?”
“Probably,” I admit, and she laughs.“Are you hungry?”
She smiles.“Yeah.Starving.”
My wolf huffs.Feed her!
Working on it.
I kiss her gently—a slow, warm, good morning kiss rather than hungry heat—then force myself to get out of bed before I forget that I have a meeting this morning.
I cook quietly while she showers.Pancakes.Eggs.Fruit.Coffee.The sun is cresting the trees when she pads into the kitchen in one of my sweatshirts, hair damp, cheeks pink.
Mine.
