He was bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. That was clear both from just looking at him, and from the feel of him pressed against her heat. She leaned forward to kiss him, soft and almost nervous, then tilted her hips to find the angle that would let her take just the head of his cock inside her. He felt so astonishingly good, and his eyes went dark as she took her time, inching down the size of him, feeling the magnificent stretch and fullness of his body in hers. By the time she’d completely claimed him, she was on the verge of orgasm again, and Karl clearly knew it. His voice was husky as he whispered, “May I touch you?”
She nodded, and without moving his hips, he encouraged her to sit fully upright above him. Emmy gasped again, whimpering with pleasure as his hardness pressed against the intensity of her g-spot. Then his fingers were dancing on her thighs, stroking the delicate skin there and driving her need even higher. Thighs, breasts, the outsides of her arms, her throat: he touched her, just as he’d asked to, exploring her body, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh at her hips, following the folds of her torso over her ribs, making every inch of her size feel glorious and adored.
His cock twitched inside her a few times, and he slowed his touches to gasp and concentrate on the ceiling a moment or two before grinning crookedly and returning to his explorations, until Emmy was breathless and pressing against him demandingly. Not quite rolling: the bedwouldsqueak, and then everybody would know what they were up to, but she wanted to so badly.
Finally, when she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, that she would have to risk the bed’s integrity, Karl bit his lower lip and slid his hand between their bodies, capturing her clit between his fingers. “Can I?”
Emmy whimpered. “Please. Yes, please.”
He had been hungry but gentle with his mouth. His fingers were far more demanding, sliding across her clit, surrounding it, squeezing, rubbing, bringing all her built-up need to an incredibly focused point. His free hand stayed on her hip, and for all that he’d promised he wouldn’t move, his hips did arch up, pressing into her. Between the size of him inside her and the relentlessly swift urging of his fingers, Emmy suddenly shattered into unbearable pleasure, throbs and liquid heat like she’d never known spilling through her in uncontrollable spasms. Karl’s own release rose with hers, the unbelievable feeling of his thickness pulsing inside her making it even better.
She didn’t know how long she stayed above him in a hazy aftermath before finally separating their bodies and falling to the side with a happy whimper. Karl got up to get rid of the condom, then came back to curl himself around her, tall and strong and safe. Emmy thought she could stay there forever, contentedly drifting in his arms. If this was fate, she felt sorry for anyone who didn’t share it. Nothing in the world could be better than being completely certain of love.
Karl, muzzily, after a long time, murmured, “It’s a bed and breakfast, right? So I don’t have to let you go until morning?”
“Right.”
He exhaled a happy sound and drew her closer still. “Good. I can think of so many other positions to be quiet in…”
CHAPTER12
It turned out going to bed in the early afternoon for several rounds of vigorous, athletic sex left them too hungry to stay in bed together all night. Karl had not anticipated that. The two of them had kissed and stroked their way through a shower, because neither of them were prepared to put their clothes back onto sticky, sweaty bodies, and had, after much quiet debate, decided to make a run for the emergency door to get out of the B&B unseen. Karl opened his door, peeked out and looked both ways, then closed it most of the way to nod at Emmy. “It’s safe!”
He opened the door again and they scurried out, just as Mr. Jones came up the main stairs and into their hallway. He paused, gazing at Karl with the most alarmingly neutral expression Karl had ever seen. He hadnoidea what Emmy’s father was thinking, and froze like a rabbit in headlights.
Then realizedhewasn’t the one who had rabbit-like reflexes in this situation, and began to giggle with a total lack of dignity.
Emmy, behind him, said, “You thought ‘froze like a rabbit,’ didn’t you,” in a tone of long-suffering recognition.
Karl blurted, “I’m sorry!”
“No, no, it’s all right,” she said in the same tone. “I did the same thing. You’re lucky I didn’t turnintoa rabbit and run away.”
Mr. Jones, who seemed to be the only one retaining any sense of decorum in the situation, said, “Excuse me,” in a perfectly pleasant voice, and went past them toward the other end of the hall.
Karl turned to follow him with his gaze, wondering if he should—what, apologize? Emmy was a grown woman, perfectly able to make her own decisions! They had nothing to apologize for!—and found Emmy’s gorgeous brown eyes almost perfectly round with barely-contained humor and horror. Whatever Karl’s expression was, it broke her composure and she snerked, a compressed laugh exploding through her nose with an almost painful sound.
Then she, too, was giggling. She seized his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. The main stairs, since there was clearly no point in trying to hide anymore. A few seconds later the two of them were out on the sidewalk, leaning on each other and nearly weeping with laughter. “Oh my God,” Emmy wheezed. “Oh my God, I can tell you right now my family chat is alreadyon firewith gossip. I may never look at my phone again!”
“Why,” Karl half-howled, “why do I feel so guilty and embarrassed? I’m thirty-two! I’m allowed to have a sex life! Even with the B&B owner’s daughter!”
Emmy literally cackled and hugged him before dissolving into a less-cackly laughter. “I don’t know. It’s ridiculous. Because we only met yesterday?”
“But we’re fated,” Karl said, suddenly more serious, or maybe just more intense, as he didn’t feel very serious at all, just happy. “I mean, that’s okay, right? Like if you know, you know, and you actually have magic that knows, right?”
“Well, a rabbit,” Emmy said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “It’s not like I candomagic.”
“But youaremagic. And if your parents are shifters, they must know about—”
“Fucking like bunnies?” Emmy said brightly.
“Emmy!” Karl felt his ears heat up, even though her phrasing was hard to argue with. “That wasn’t what I was going to say! I was going to say about fated mates!”
“I know, but I was funnier. Come on, there’s an Italian restaurant about three blocks away. If we keep standing here my mother is going to come out to meet you.”
“I want to meet your mother,” Karl said, trying to sound like he wasn’t slightly terrified at the prospect, “but maybe not exactly under these circumstances?”
“She’ll love you,” Emmy promised. “Also yes, definitely not. At the very least we need to give everybody time to get over the initial ‘oooOOOooooh!’ that’s totally happening in the family chat. Onward! To dinner!” She pulled him along the sidewalk until they were at least safely out of earshot from the B&B, then slowed and leaned on him as he put his arm around her shoulder. “I know it’s silly, but I’ve never been so happy,” she said with a contented sigh. “Somehow I thought meeting my mate would be much more fraught, but you’re just…you’re so easy to be around. And so. Incredibly. Hot.”
