Page 89 of The Healer

“It expires in two months. I might just leave what I don’t want. The landlord can do with it as he pleases.”

“So we set off for Inner City as soon as we pack the car?” Glancing at her bathroom, he considered taking a shower.

“Yup, sounds like a plan.”

Leaping off the bed, he strode to the kitchen, picked up her keys, then headed downstairs to retrieve his duffel bag. Starting the long drive in clean clothes might be a good thing, although, he planned to make love to her along the way, maybe strum a few orgasms from her while stuck in traffic.

He also wanted to learn everything about her. They had started the game in Coedwig, so at least he knew her favorite color, music, movie. But he needed more. Returning to the apartment, he placed his bag on the couch and dug out a fresh set of clothes. She had filled one box and was working on another when he strode into the bathroom. While he waited for the water to heat, he watched her again, admiring the sunlight flaming her hair.

“You’re making me nervous.” She flashed a smile, then grabbed clothing out of the closet to fold into the box.

“I love the way the sunlight kisses your hair.”

“One quickie and you’re waxing poetic?” she teased, dropped the stack of jeans into the box, and sashayed toward him. His breath caught when she peeled off her T-shirt, tossing it on the carpet. She unclipped her bra and massaged her breasts. “I could do with a shower.” One by one, she removed her sneakers and jeans until she stood naked before him.

He ran his gaze over her, his body tense with need. Shifters and their stamina. As a human, once or twice a day would have been all he was capable of. She captured his trembling hand and placed it over a breast. He feathered his touch around a nipple, down her belly, across her belly button to her sex. Cupping her there, he captured her gasp with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the hot warmth as he plunged his finger between her intimate folds. Lunar, she was wet for him.

Keeping his eyes open, he thrummed her clit, rubbing and twirling until her breath hitched. Then he worked that spot until she cried out and spasmed against him, her fingernails digging into his chest through his T-shirt. Steam flooded them from the bathroom, but he didn’t care if a cold shower awaited him.

She did, darting around him to switch it off. Laughing, she faced him.

The minx tormented him, and he was undecided how to take her. He wanted slow and sweet, like this morning on the floor of the guest room. She scraped her nails up his stomach, lifting his shirt.

“Off.”

He obeyed, peeling it off.

She yanked at his jeans, undoing the button and slipping a hand inside to stroke the length of his cock. He arched his back, relishing the burn of need that rose with each caress.

“Off.”

He removed his boots and slid out of his jeans, trembling with restraint. Her eyes widened as she trailed her gaze over him. Her fingers followed the path, tweaking his nipples, circling his belly button, and then wrapping around his cock.

He groaned again, arching his hips to thrust at her.

Her warmth and scent came closer when she cupped his balls.

He trembled, the sensation too exquisite and intense.

Letting her have her way went against his alpha genes when he wanted to toss her onto the bed and fuck her hard. What he needed was for her to be comfortable around him, even though she hadn’t shown a hint of shyness despite the blushes.

She latched onto a nipple and sucked hard while pumping his length. He swayed, his knees growing weak.

“You have a beautiful body, Rhys.”

He shuddered. Her saying anything in that voice of hers was an aphrodisiac to his senses.

She circled him, squeezing, stroking, pinching, and slapping, until every inch of him yearned for her touch, was eager to please her.

“Come.” She tugged him toward the bed.

He stumbled forward and sprawled across it. Then she did the most amazing thing. She climbed on top of him and rubbed her sex across his length, up and down. Arching her back on a moan, she flicked her eyes open to meet his.

Color stained her cheeks, but she shuffled and slowly impaled herself.

Fiery need engulfed him. He gripped her hips, holding her in place, tempted to thrust up. His pelvis jerked, eager to do just that.

But she stilled when she was fully seated and sat upright, bending his length to a painfully pleasurable degree. Instead of fucking him like he longed to do, she captured his hand and pressed it to her sex. Ah. He grinned.

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