Page 43 of My Pucking Mate

“Of course we can. Would you like something comfortable to sleep in? Do you want to sleep in a guest room or . . .” I trail off, and she stills.

She slowly lifts her eyes to mine, and while she’s still sleepy, there’s a bit of fire in her icy eyes. “I’d love to be with you tonight if you think we can stick to a G rating. I’m not ready for . . . mph—” I stop her with my finger on her plush pink lips. I shouldn't have touched her lips. Now I know they really are as soft as they look.

Growling softly, I think I regain my composure before she notices my internal struggle: “I promised you slow, and I meant it. I would like to hold you if you’re okay with that.”

She gives me a small nod with a soft smile, causing a light blush to bloom all over her face.

“Do you have a spare t-shirt I could wear? Is that okay? Should I just leave all this on?”

“I would love to see you in one of my shirts,” I say, trying not to growl this time.Goddess, help me.

Her whole body is flushed with desire now. The sight and scent nearly bring me to my knees in the middle of the hallway, but I force myself to continue. She remains oblivious to my current struggle, just holding onto me with that soft smile on her face.

I carry her upstairs and into my large bedroom. My room is fairly bare. I’ve never cared to decorate, but she still looks around in awe. I show her the bathroom, closet, and my dresser, giving her access to anything she needs and giving her time to get comfortable.

I sprint back down to the kitchen and splash cold water on my face.It’s going to be a LONG night.

After about half an hour, I make my way back to my room and slowly open the door. I find her perfect little body tucked under the blanket, with her head peeking out the top and a sweet smile on her face.

I walk over to the dresser, having already changed and showered in the locker rooms. I start to raise my shirt towards my head when I hear a small, sharp intake of breath.

Smiling to myself and pretending I didn’t hear her, I very slowly remove the shirt the rest of the way from my body. Once I’ve tossed the shirt to the side, I hook my thumbs in my joggers and slowly pull them down my body, leaving only my lounge shorts I had on underneath.

I turn around just as the scent of her desire hits me again, but it's stronger this time, like a truck, and I find her eyes blowna little with lust and realize I’m only going to end up torturing myself.

“Is this okay?” I ask, not wanting to make her uncomfortable at all, even though I can clearly see she’s happy with what she sees.

Still just a small nod and an embarrassed smile.

I climb into bed next to her and pull the covers over myself, before turning to her. She's lying somewhere between her side and her back, holding the covers in front of her.

“The princesses in kids movies get a kiss goodnight.” I say quietly as I push the hair from her face.

Another nod, and she starts tangling her fingers together.

“Leera, we don’t have to; I was just as—” but it’s her turn to stop me with her small finger pressed against my lips. The electricity shoots straight to my dick.What was I thinking?

“I want you to kiss me, Roman. I just wanted to remind you that I might be bad at this. I’ve never done anything before. Please be patient with me.”

If my name on her lips wasn’t already my undoing, being reminded that I will be her first and only everything nearly causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

I slowly reach over, gently pulling her to me. My hand covers nearly the entire left side of her face, and I brush my thumb across her bottom lip.

Her eyes flutter closed as she leans in closer.

I meet her in the middle, softly pressing my lips to hers, and I know in that moment that if something ever happens to Leera, I won’t survive it. Losing my mate once was hard enough. Getting her back like this, I just know I won't survive if I lose her.

I pull back, still caressing her soft skin with my fingertips, trying to memorize how she feels.

Her eyes flutter back open, and she just looks at me for a few moments. “Does everyone’s first kiss feel like fireworks?” she asks breathlessly.

“No sunshine, that’s all you.”

She seems to be fighting herself on something. “What if we . . . what if we tried a PG-level kiss?” she asks, blushing furiously.

Rolling my neck to keep myself and my wolf in check, “I’ll give you anything you want, Leera. On this, you’re the boss.”

She lifts herself so she’s kind of kneeling beside me; it looks like my little mate wants to take the lead.

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