Page 27 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
She walked up to the shower, pulling the door open, smiling as he let go of himself as though he wasn’t supposed to have his hand there.
“No, I like that,” she said.
“I like this,” he murmured, snaking one arm around her waist and pulling her to him, unable to let her take the lead entirely.
She liked that, too.
He was a very good kisser, his tongue dancing with hers languidly as he moved his free hand between them. His fingers didn’t struggle to find her clit, nudging between her folds and pressing and teasing until she was gasping against him. She raised one leg, resting it against his lower arm to give him easier access and he turned her around, pressing her against the wall as his fingers slipped into her.
She was already close to exploding when he sunk to his knees, removing his fingers to let his tongue bring her to climax.
She thought, if anyone was listening, there was a big likelihood they could hear her.
She was groaning for him when he got back on his feet, his mouth trailing down her neck, as he grabbed hold of the same leg she’d raised. He hoisted it onto his hip, and the tip of his cock pressed against her opening. She grabbed at him, clinging to his back as he entered her, pushing into her inch by inch until she was trembling against him.
He didn’t hesitate before he started thrusting into her, her hold on him tightening as she was already seeing stars. She couldn’t tell what noises she was making anymore, she couldn’t recognize them, but she was lost in the ecstasy he was producing. She’d had sex before, she’d even made love once or twice, but this was beyond anything she even could have imagined.
It was because it felt right.
She heard it like a whisper at the back of her head.
It had always felt right.
That had been the basis for why she had been so convinced that he felt something too. It had seemed impossible that one person could feel so utterly caught by another while the other felt nothing.
She came around him as he buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust after the other.
She thought she was moaning his name, but there was white noise in her ears canceling out everything else. She felt as though she had been granted a trip deep within herself where everything glittered and was pleasure and she barely wanted to resurface. She could stay there, in the warmth of it, and not have to deal with anything else.
Only, she grew aware of the shower hitting her on the side of the arm, and the softness of his skin beneath her hands, and his breath against her throat.
She slipped her hands into his hair, moved his head so she could join their lips in a slow kiss.
He’d be moving on by morning. Any new impression she had formed was nothing to build any further impressions on, was it? This had been nothing but a bit of sex. For all she knew it had been the thrall she had sensed earlier, nothing more. She was not going to get caught up in building sandcastles again. He might have recognized that his behavior had been wonting way back when, but that didn’t mean that he wanted her. It didn’t make this into anything. No matter how right it might feel.
But even so, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
***
They got dressed in silence. She didn’t know if she really wanted to, but the truth was they couldn’t move to his bed and they couldn’t stay in the shower until it was time to head out for the facility. So, they got dressed.
She wanted to say something but didn’t know how to put into words what she was feeling. The loss of the nearness of him was like a new sort of ache right beneath her skin and she was trying to deal with it. Why did it have to seem like a perfect fit when clearly, they weren’t?
“Thanks for saying you were an asshole,” she finally offered.
He chuckled softly, and she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to have his fingers tangled in her hair again. But they couldn’t linger in the apartment; they’d realized as much once he let her go, and there was no way they were having sex in his car. He’d turned her around, though, and fucked her against the bathroom wall for a second time.
She drew a breath and turned from him, heading out of the room, knowing the fall chill in the air wouldn’t be great for her wet hair.
“Do you have a hat?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, bringing one out for her and putting it on her with a goofy grin that made her clench her jaws together.
“Don’t get all cutesy on me,” she remarked. “We both know this was just a one-night stand.”
“I know,” he shrugged her off, her heart sinking as she watched him disappear into his bedroom.
Right.
