Page 63 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
“I—wait.” I lift my head. “So that was real? Your son is a Shifter? And you both—you turned into a giant, um, golden murder cat?”
“Golden murder cat? Cute. Actually, we’re both Cougars,” he corrects gently. “Big difference. We don’t murder. Well. Mostly.”
I blink.
“And yes. It was real, Tamare.”
He leans forward, placing me on the bed, then moving right beside me.
“I know,” I reply.
God, he is so good to look at. And I’m really trying not to notice that he’s completely butt ass naked.
But it’s hard—literally.
And I’m human—he just said so.
But, fuck, I really want him. I just feel confused. Overwhelmed.
He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Everything I told you, everything you saw—no illusions. No drugs. No spells. Just the truth.”
I want to laugh. Or cry.
Maybe both.
Instead, I whisper, “So I’m not crazy.”
He tilts his forehead against mine. “No, Pretty Girl. You’re extraordinary. And you’ve been dropped into an extraordinary world. But I’ll walk you through all of it. I swear.”
The sincerity in his voice unravels something in me.
“I think, I mean—I might need some time,” I murmur. “This is a lot.”
“I know.” His hands cup my face.
“Take all the time you need. But I’m not going anywhere. Neither is Alex. And neither is what’s between us.”
I suck in a shaky breath.
“What about that?” I ask, nodding at his hard cock just sitting there between us.
“That? It happens all the time when I’m near you,” he confesses, and fuck, his cheeks go ruddy.
“It does?”
He nods.
“And is this the part where you tell me I’m your fated mate again?”
He grins. “Only if you want to hear it.”
I should be terrified.
But all I feel is this strange, impossible rightness.
Like my life has been slightly tilted this whole time.
