Page 145 of Chaos At Second Sight

Unfortunately, should and I had never liked each other. Plus, I wanted to chat with her. Kiss her for the rest of the day. Laugh with her. Maybe other activities…if she was interested.

My fingers drummed lightly against her waist before transforming into gentle little pokes, until a tiny frown appeared between her delicate brows. I grinned like a crazy mutt. She answered with the sleepiest little grumble and burrowed into my chest even more, dragging a streak of drool across my pec. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing, wiped it away with the corner of a pillowcase…and poked her again.

Her eyelashes fluttered.

Finally, Yvaine stirred, stretching gingerly.

“Logan?” Her voice broke on a whimper when I kissed the hand she’d left above my heart. With her other hand, she pushed a few locks aside and peered up at me through a cascade of luscious hair.

I kept kissing her fingers, then her wrist…only to pause. Embarrassment swept through my body and I blinked, puzzled.

What was that?

Ah! A slow grin spread across my face. My mate was embarrassed, not me.

I could feel her emotions because we’d completed the bond! They flowed into me as naturally as my own, unless she blocked them. Incredible, and useful, since I’d never have guessed from her face alone. Because, come on, how could she feel shy at this point?

I huffed out a chuckle. “You’re shy after we mated, Bunny Doc?”

“Yes,” she admitted, hiding her face against my chest.

“You’re so cute.”

“Why does he have to stare at me with those intense eyes? Oh Stephen, and we’re still naked.”

My grin expanded, teeth showing. “Well, I’m staring with my intense eyes because you’re my little mate.”

She sucked in a breath. “You’re spying on my thoughts?!”

“Yup.”

“Shameless! Like always!”

I burst out laughing.

Cupping her cheeks, I planted my lips on hers, once. Then again, because when was one kiss with this woman ever enough? I lingered there, thumbs stroking her cheeks while I looked at her with adoration.

“You’re still staring,” she huffed, hiding her face in a pillow.

“I know.”

“Would you mind looking somewhere else?”

“Why? I’ve already seen everything, and I happen to like everything very much—ouch!” I rubbed my shoulder where her small fist had bounced off it. At least she kept her thumb tucked in.

She tried to get up, no doubt to search for clothes, but I wasn’t ready to see that firm, rounded butt get covered yet. I brought my open palm down and enjoyed the slap more than expected.

Yvaine squealed but managed to slap my ass back—I enjoyed that less—before I snatched her and squeezed her to my chest again.

Goddess, I can’t seem to stop mauling this woman.

“Logan!” Even irritated, her voice sounded sweet.

With a silly smile, I littered kisses all over her face, then moved to her neck.

“Capers! Lycans still sweat like werewolves. What if I smell awful?” she thought, uncomfortable.

To me, her scent had never been better. She smelled like me.