Page 55 of Chev's Mate

I continue toward her, but I stop when I smell her arousal. My bear immediately perks up and begins making noises, but I don’t blame him. Why is Vanessa aroused?I’m not sure what’s gotten into her today, from her enthusiastic hug and cooking me breakfast to her arousal, but I’m not complaining. Vanessa is opening up to me, and I love every second of it.

I come up behind her, and her addicting scent grows. I fight against my bear when he tries to make his mating noises, but it doesn’t work and they come pouring out, anyway.

“Did you enjoy me holding you?” I repeat.

Vanessa clears her throat before giving a jerky nod.

I hum, hiding a smile as I stare at the back of her head. I’m growing hard, and I’m relieved she’s facing away from me. There’s no hiding the way my leathers are tenting.

I want to tease her, but I’m scared to go too far and ruin the delicate balance we’ve found. Vanessa doesn’t know what she wants, which I understand entirely, but she also doesn’t like initiating. She prefers me to do it, but it’s hard when the line between arousal and fear is so thin.

“I can smell you,” I whisper.

Vanessa sucks in a shaky breath. Her arousal is so thick, and I so badly want to taste it. I want to put my mouth between her soft thighs, and once she’s cummed on my tongue, I want to replace my lips with my cock. I’m a dirty male.

“Chev…” Vanessa says. “What’re you thinking?”

“You know what I’m thinking.”

She turns off the stove and sets her spatula down, but she still doesn’t turn around to face me.

“Are you…?” She pauses and clears her throat. “Is your…?”

“Yes.” I answer her unspoken question. “My cock is hard.”

She gasps. “Are you touching it?”

“Should I be?”

There’s a long pause, and I hold my breath. I’d never dream of touching myself in her presence. I feel dirty enough when I do it alone, but to do it in front of her is not a thought I’ve ever entertained. It’s not something I thought she’d be comfortable with.

Vanessa’s arousal continues to saturate the air, my scent mixing in. I slide my hand up my thigh, but I won’t touch myself until I have her explicit permission. I need her to tell me she wants it.

“Yes,” Vanessa says.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them tightly in the desperate hope this isn’t a dream. I might die if I wake up and discover none of this is real.

My length twitches, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I curl a hand around myself. My hips instantly jerk forward, seeking friction, and I tighten my grip before sliding my fist from base to tip. I let myself moan, wanting Vanessa to hear it.

“I’m touching myself,” I admit.

Vanessa grabs the counter in front of her, curling her fingers around the edge before moving her hair off the back of her neck. She’s showing me her mate mark.

I’m so fucking hard.

Her mark has grown darker and longer, extending into the neckline of her silk nightgown. I carefully pull the fabric away from her back so I can see where it ends. The line is thin, no thicker than a stem on a fallen leaf, and it ends between her shoulder blades.

Vanessa shivers, but I don’t touch her. I can tell she wants me to, but I refuse. I do curl my fist around myself, though. The temptation is too great not to.

“I won’t make assumptions,” I say. “You need to tell me explicitly what you want.”

She’s shaking.

“Touch my mark, Chev.”

My hips jerk forward, my cock sliding through my fist.

I use my other hand to touch Vanessa’s mark. It teases me, and I happily trail my fingers down the length of it. She’s so fucking soft. Someday, if she lets me, I’d love to rub myself against her mark. I want my cock to be the reason she cums.

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