Page 84 of Chev's Mate

My chest grows tight with fear that she didn’t enjoy what we did. I’ve asked a million times, and she always assures me she liked it.

Vanessa frowns. “Of course I was.”

“If you were comfortable, why do you want to tie me up?”

I struggle to keep my voice low and calm as I ask my questions. Have I done something since then to make her uncomfortable? I sleep naked most nights, but she very explicitly told me it was okay. Maybe it’s because I wake every morning with an erection. It goes down quickly, but I can’t control my dreams.

I cross my arms over my chest.

Vanessa runs her hands through her hair.

“I want to do more than just oral, Chev,” she says.

Every muscle in my body stiffens. More than oral? Is she referring to sex? I was under the impression it wasn’t on the table. I’ll happily let her tie me up if it means sex. I’ll shove my body into a metal tube if it means I can feel my mate on my cock.

I glance between her and the ties before climbing on the bed and bringing my wrists to the headboard. Vanessa looks shocked by my sudden change of heart, and I wiggle my eyebrows before grabbing the ties and holding them out for her.

Knowing they’re for sex changes everything. I’ll do anything for sex.

Vanessa worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she takes the ties and kneels on the bed. She looks petrified, and I wince before sitting up and pulling her onto my lap. This isn’t right. I don’t want my mate having to talk herself into sex with me. I’d rather never have sex than do it when she isn’t entirely sure.

“It’s okay, my mate,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. “There’ll be no sex today.”

I want it, but I refuse to do anything when she’s nervous and unsure. My earlier confusion has ruined the mood, and I want everything to be perfect when she decides to take me.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa says.

She clears her throat and moves to say more, but I bring my lips to hers to stop the words. She has nothing to apologize for. A conversation about the ties would’ve been better than a surprise, but Vanessa isn’t to blame. She probably thought I’d like the spontaneity.

Vanessa relaxes as I kiss her, and I run my hands over her exposed sides before sliding them to her butt. She giggles as I cup and squeeze, carefully touching her over the leather skirt.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “And I’m happy with what we have. I don’t need more.”

She relaxes further into me, and I lean against the bed’s headboard. Vanessa is still in my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. The position is dangerous, considering we’re both wearing leather skirts with nothing underneath, but neither of us comments on it.

My bear begins to purr when we smell Vanessa’s arousal, and I trail my lips down the side of her neck. She weaves her fingers into my hair, and her hands quickly travel to my abs. I love it when she touches my muscles.

“Put yourself inside me.”

I stiffen. What?

Vanessa pulls back and stares down at me, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving. I can’t tell if she’s doing this because she feels guilty, so I shake my head. She’s pushing herself too much, and it isn’t necessary. I don’t need sex.

It’s safe to say Vanessa doesn’t look pleased with my rejection.

“I love you, Chev, and I want to feel you,” she promises. “I’m not scared, and I’m sure this is what I want.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

CHEV

I THINK I’M dying.

Vanessa smiles when she sees the shock in my expression, and with a slow exhale, she rises and reaches underneath my leathers.Oh.Her fingers wrap around my length, and I shut my eyes and try not to embarrass myself.

“I want this, Chev,” she whispers. “I want you.”

She unties my leathers, and I lift my hips as Vanessa pulls them out from underneath me and tosses them aside. They land on the ground with a quietthump. I fist the sheets, curling my fingers into the soft fabric as I fight the urge to reach for Vanessa.

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