He palms down a large bulge that has appeared at the front of his jeans. “Like hell you are.” Unexpectedly, he stretches downand lifts me off the bed as easily as if I was still a kid, depositing me on my feet. “Come on. We’re going. And then we’re coming back here so I can eat your pussy for the rest of the afternoon.”
My mouth drops open all over again and a tingle starts up between my thighs “Did I say we needed clothes? Who needs clothes? We’re shifters.”
“Nice try.” Bas takes my jacket and slings it around my shoulders, ushering me out of our room and exiting through the foyer. As we pass I spot cheesy souvenir T-shirts and point them out to him. “Do you think we can just get away with these? It would save time.”
He barks out a laugh. “I don’t think they make them in my size.”
I consider this as we walk out onto the street. “How do you buy clothes?”
“With difficulty. But I looked it up while you were in the shower. There’s a department store near here. They should stock some things that fit me.”
The department store has three floors all playing the same tinny festive music leftover from Christmas. We have to go all the way to the back of the menswear section to find the ‘big and tall’ selections, and when we do, we find an uninspiring stack of gray and brown clothing that looks like it was made for someone’s boring uncle. “Geez, not a lot of choice.”
Bas shrugs. “I’ll take what I can get.”
He’s looking through a table stacked with T-shirts when I spot something hanging on the wall behind. It’s a moss-green shirt with stitched details over the pockets that would look amazing with his coloring. I fetch one and hold it out to him. “You have to try this on.”
His brows lift. “Do you like that?”
“It would look great on you.”
He looks skeptical. “I wouldn’t normally choose something so… flashy.”
I can’t help laughing. “Bas, if you want to see flashy, I’ll show you flashy. This is nice. It’s subtle. Go on. Try it.”
“If you say so.” He takes a couple of plain white and gray tees from the stack on the table, and we make our way to the changing room. He looks surprised when I follow him into the little cubicle.
“What?”
“You’re, um… you’re going to watch me?”
I fold my arms over my chest. “You bet I am. Now take it off! I’m waiting.”
With a self-conscious laugh, he unzips the jacket which is the only thing he’s wearing on his top half since tearing his shirt at the bar. Immediately the temperature in the little cubicle rises by about twenty degrees, and I run a tongue over my lips as I let my eyes rove over his body. It’s exciting to get to look at him so openly. It makes me realize how many years I spent sneaking looks.
It’s kind of sensory overload to look my fill now. I can hardly take him all in. It doesn’t help that he’s just so big. His thick belly is covered with a dusting of hair that grows denser over his broad pecs. As he slips the jacket off his shoulders his muscles flex, and my mouth waters.
“Vera,” he warns. “I can feel how hard you’re thinking about it.” He taps the side of his head.
I find a new reason to blush. I wasn’t prepared for the whole mating bond thing. It makes me jealous that I don’t get the same instant read on him.
He takes the shirt I found off the hanger and slides his arms inside, and I step forward quickly, getting to work on the buttons before he can. When I’m done, I slide my hands up and down the front of the shirt and can feel him beneath it, warm and solid andso strong. I think I let a whimper escape me before he bends to lift me into his arms.
Thank god. A moment more without kissing him and I was about to lose my shit. I love how easily he holds me, how he encourages me to mold my body to his as I wrap my legs around his waist and tease his lips with mine.
I moan into his kiss, and a moment later we’re sinking onto the bench seat which creaks under our combined weight.
That bulge between his legs is fitted snug against the seam of my tights, and I feel every inch as I rock my hips and drag in an unsteady breath. As I tip my head back he drags his lips over my neck, spreading hot kisses in a path that trails over all the bare skin he can reach.
Bas groans. “I just can’t get enough of you. I think I could spend all day like this and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
I know exactly what he means. Right now there’s one part of him that specifically needs more of my attention. I can feel him throbbing between my legs, and each pulse sends an answering spark through me. I pause, tipping my head to one side as if I’m listening, but instead I’m listening with my heart. That’s the only way I can describe this feeling that wells up inside me. It’s hard to distinguish from my own rather horny thoughts, but there’s a distinct train of thought that’s all Bas. I know because what he said about finding me cute when I’m eating is playing on a loop in his mind while he remembers me licking my slick off his cock in the cave while I was in heat.
I scramble off his lap and drop to my knees between his spread legs in a heartbeat, following his unspoken lead. Reaching for his belt, I start unbuckling him before he can stop me. The moment I get his cock free it springs up into my waiting hand, and he sucks in a sharp breath. I give him a tentative stroke down and back up, motioning with my free hand for him to keep quiet. Then I make it my mission to make that almost impossible.
God, this cock deserves to be worshipped. It’s fat in my hand and hard beneath the smooth slide of his foreskin. Veins stand out along the shaft, straining as I lower my head to run the flat of my tongue along the heated length. The particular flavor of him sends a bolt of awareness straight between my thighs. Light and salty, fresh, yet with a deep, rich sense of male.
“You don’t have to do that, Ver,” he tells me, his voice unsteady.
