Page 7 of Beautiful Sight

“Jefferson,” she called softly. She kept one hand on the counter to ground herself as she turned to face the door that led to the bedroom.

“Tessa? You okay?”

“Do you have a comb I can borrow?”

Though he moved nearly silently, she felt the air waft as he approached. He stepped past her and she heard a drawer open.

“Come with me, tigress,” he said, wrapping his much larger hand around hers.

His touch sent warmth and a shiver of need through her. Her pussy clenched in response as she followed him out of the bathroom.

“Here’s the bed. Sit down and get comfortable,” he said.

She sat and then placed both hands on the mattress to maintain her balance when the bed began to move. When it stopped shifting, she felt the heat of Jefferson’s legs press against the sides of her ass and thighs. She jumped when a hand touched her head.

“Relax, I’m just going to comb your hair for you,” Jefferson said softly.

He slowly and carefully worked the comb through her hair until every tangle was cleared. But he didn’t stop there—he continued, combing with one hand while the other smoothed and petted. It wasn’t long until Tessa completely relaxed and was fighting to stay upright and awake.

When she yawned for the third time in as many minutes, Jefferson stopped playing with her hair and set both hands on her shoulders. He began to massage them, which sent her even deeper into sleepy relaxation.

After another yawn, she felt him kiss the spot where her neck and shoulder met. “Time to sleep, tigress.”

“Do you have something I can wear?” Tessa asked.

“If you must,” Jefferson said sadly before backing away and leaving the bed. She wasn’t sure how to take that comment, so she remained silent.

She listened as he moved around the room before returning to stand in front of her. “Arms up.”

Tessa lifted her hands straight over her head. She held her breath as a soft cotton t-shirt was dropped over her arms to cover her face. Before she could react, Jefferson worked her head through the neckhole before smoothing the shirt down her body.

The shirt was still warm and carried Jefferson’s wild forest scent. Tessa smiled that the man had literally given her the shirt off his back.

“There you go,” he said, taking a step back.

Tessa stood and pulled off the damp towel, relieved when she found the shirt covered her to mid-thigh. Jefferson took the towel from her and moved away again.

Feeling lost in this space she had yet to fully explore and mentally map out, Tessa remained standing beside the bed. A moment later, Jefferson stepped in close and wrapped her in a hug. The warm, hair-covered chest under her cheek confirmed that he had indeed given her the shirt from his own body. Looping her arms around his middle, she gave a long sigh and relaxed even further.

For the first time in longer than she cared to think about, Tessa felt safe in a man’s arms. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest with a sigh. They stood wrapped together for several minutes before Jefferson squeezed tight and released her.

“To bed with you,” he said, taking her shoulders and turning her to face the bed.

Tessa was too tired to argue, so she climbed in and laid down, sighing as she settled on the comfortable bed. She was nearly asleep when soft, warm covers were brought up over her shoulder.

Jefferson dropped a kiss on her temple. “Sleep, tigress. I’m going to take a shower and will be back in a few minutes.”

More asleep than awake, she nodded, not bothering to question where he was going to sleep.

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Jefferson watched her sleep for a few minutes before stepping away from the bed. He still could not believe he had finally found his mate. While her blindness might prove a challenge as the alpha’s mate, he would protect and care for Tessa Dubois with everything in him.

He finally forced himself to leave her and head to the shower. He needed a shower, though he would not jerk off, even though he was sorely tempted. He had found his mate and would not disrespect her by yanking one out before he could claim her. His cock, and his wolf, would just have to be patient. He refused to claim his mate until she was more comfortable with the idea of spending the rest of her life with him.

Ten minutes later, he had just pulled on a pair of soft cotton knit pants when his phone rang. Grabbing it from the nightstand, he hurried into the attached sitting room because he didn’t want to disturb Tessa. She was exhausted and needed her rest.

“What?” he snarled after swiping his finger across the screen without checking who the caller was.

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