His lips quirked. “Do you have a list of good qualities in a mate?”
She leaned back, ran her gaze slowly up and down his body, pursed her lips. “No, of course not.”
He threw his head back and laughed, dragging her back into his side, squeezing her tight. She smiled, enjoying the sound as his body shook beneath her. She put her hand on his abdomen to feel the muscles tighten and decided his bare skin was worth some more exploration than she’d managed so far. Sitting up, she rose to her knees and swung one leg over, plopped down into his lap, her hands braced on his shoulders.
“Well, hello there.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, squeezing his shoulders then moving her hands down along his arms. His biceps bunched as she passed over them, and she giggled. His hands cupped her hips, then slid around to her butt and gave a little squeeze. She ran the backs of her fingers up his abs like they were truly a washboard, then pinched his nipples lightly.
He drew in a breath, tightened his grip on her glutes, his thumbs taking up a little caress. She leaned in close to his face, bypassed his lips and cruised along his jaw, nipping and tasting until she reached his earlobe. It wasn’t detached, like hers, and she wondered if their kids would follow her genes or his. A small thrill shot through her at the idea of their babies.
She nuzzled the hollow behind his ear, drew in a deep breath. The smell of Jonas, her mate, made her giddy.
One of the things she’d always thought was nice about being a werewolf was knowing exactly where she was in her cycle, when she was fertile. Now wasn’t her time, so they didn’t have to have a conversation about condoms, didn’t need to interrupt the moment. But she made a mental note to see what page he was on. Somehow she wasn’t worried that they’d be of vastly different opinions on the subject of children.
She ran her nails lightly down his chest, then harder. When he started to move his hands, she murmured, “Not yet.” He stilled, and she opened the button of his jeans, lowered the zipper. He hadn’t bothered to put his boxers back on, so she gently pulled him free, explored with her fingers before gripping him tightly. “So very nice.”
He swallowed loud enough for her to hear before answering. “I’m glad you approve.”
She smiled. “Oh, yeah.” She rose up, his hands automatically helping her keep balance as she shimmied her pants down, lifted one leg to free it, then the other. When she was sufficiently naked, she angled herself over him. He shifted farther down the seat and gave her just what she needed. She dropped, slowly but steadily, filling herself with his hard length. She met his eyes, the incredible heat and passion in them made her wetter, so she dropped the last bit with a groan.
“Fuck, baby.”
He stood, causing her to squeak, though she was safely banded in his arms. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he turned them, put her back against the cabin.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded, threaded her fingers through his hair, clenched tight.
He groaned and leaned forward, pulling her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue deliciously. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall as he began to move. In and out, suck and swirl, his powerful body making her melt in all the best ways. She heard herself calling his name, a bare whisper all she could manage, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of release.
Switching to her other breast, he pulled strongly with his teeth. Her cry rang out in the dark but she knew there was no one close enough to hear.
“Come for me,” he growled. He slammed up into her, and she did as he demanded. It took all her strength to keep her legs tight around him as he slowed, but continued to move, riding her orgasm until he, too, threw his head back and shouted his release.
She let him support her as her legs dropped, and then he swiftly picked her up in his arms. “Be careful,” she teased. “If you keep being this sexy, I might swoon.”
He kissed the tease right out of her and sat back down on the glider, somehow managing to wrap them back up in the blanket. She lay against him as their breathing evened out, sleepily satisfied with her day.
“I was thinking we should go for a run together, but I don’t think I want to get up anytime soon,” she told him.
“We can go for a dawn run. The start of our new lives together.”
“Damn, you’re so good. I’m sold on that, even though I am not a morning person.”
He put on a shocked face. “What? Finally I find something imperfect about you?”
She gave him a fake glower. “You’re a morning person?”
“I’m so totally not,” he answered, deadpan.
Laughing, she smacked his chest lightly. “What would you have done if I was?”
“Enjoyed already-brewed coffee when I got up in the morning?”
“Heh. Yeah, probably. Now the coffee will be your job.”
“I can handle that.”
