Page 42 of The Alpha's Silent Mate

In the next moment, he has me in his arms as he stalks toward the bed.

“You swore,” I murmur. Not bothered by it, but surprised. “You never swear around me.”

He lays me down on the bed and strokes my hair back from my face. “If you had any idea how good that was, you would understand that you just about fried my brain.”

“Really?”

His lips descend, pausing an inch from mine. “Really. And the sight of you, on your knees like that. I’m going to be dreaming about that for the next hundred years.”

I slide my arms around his shoulders as Shay kisses me with the same hunger I read in his eyes moments before. When the tip of his tongue strokes the seam of my lips, I part them and he slips inside.

Moaning into his mouth, I dig my nails into his shoulders as he angles his head and deepens his kiss.

He sweeps me away to a place where there is only pleasure.

When his fingers brush against my right breast in a touch so light, I don’t know why I gasp in surprise, but I do.

He lifts his head, breaking the kiss.

As we study each other, working to steady our ragged breaths, his hand brushes me again, his touch as soft as before. As if he’s testing my response.

I arch my body up, pressing my breast more firmly into his hand.

Satisfaction fills his eyes as he gently squeezes me through my t-shirt. “Is that good, baby?”

I nod.

His eyes search my face. I wait for him to touch me again, or kiss me, but he keeps his focus on my face. “This is new for you, isn’t it? All of it?”

Everything in me stills because I know what he’s asking me.

For several seconds I don’t speak, but I feel him waiting for my response. So I nod again.

“I thought so. And no one has—”

“No,” I interrupt, my eyes locked to his because I need him to read the truth of my answer. “I never wanted…” my voice trails off because saying this without looking away is hard. “I never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

When he takes his hand away from my breast, I think I’ve said something wrong. But he frames my face with both hands, and the intensity in his eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. “You keep finding new ways to burrow deeper into my heart. You know that?”

“I don’t mean to.”

He presses a kiss against my brow. “I know,” he breathes, “it’s just you.”

After a moment, he lifts his head and peers deep into my eyes. “We’ll go slow, okay, love?”

I slide my hands around his hips. “What if I don’t want to go slow?” I ask, just to see what he will say.

He stares at me.

“Shay?”

“You’re trying to kill me,” he sighs. “It’s the only thing I can think of.”

For a second I think he’s being serious, but then his lips twitch and I smile. “Then we’ll go slow,” I tell him soberly. “Because I would rather we both survived this.”

His smile widens. “If you want to stop, tell me and we’ll stop.”

Against my lower belly, he throbs. “But won’t that be uncomfortable for you?”

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