Page 74 of The Alpha's Silent Mate

“Know the exact words to say, that make me love you even more than I thought I already could?”

Burying my hands in his hair, I comb my fingers through the soft strands. “We’re made for each other.”

“No,” he murmurs. “That’s not it.”

For several seconds he studies me as if he’s trying to work out what that something is. After a moment, he shakes his head, a faint smile on his lips. “It’s you. All of you.”

As I gaze back at him, I understand what he means.

Shay has always been beautiful to me, but it’s not just his face or his body that appeals to every part of me. It’s his kindness, his words, his ability to read me in a way that no one else ever has.

It’s all of him.

“I know,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “You’re distracting me.”

“From what?”

He breaks our stare to press a soft kiss on my right breast. “You once told me about a dream you had,” he murmurs.

My fingers tighten in his hair as anticipation roils my belly. “I don’t know—”

“If you’ll like it?” Shay interrupts between kisses that make my breathing heavy.

As he strokes his hands over my breasts and continues to kiss his way down my body, I struggle to catch my breath. “If I’ll survive it.”

His smile warms my lower belly before he glances up. “You’ll survive it, baby.”

I think back to when he stroked me with his fingers, and I shake my head. That was when I learned there was a world of difference between dream Shay and real Shay. “I don’t know.”

He kisses my lower belly and continues down. As he does, my body tenses as I brace myself for what’s coming. “Baby, relax.”

When his warm breath blows over me, it makes me tense even more. “I don’t think I can.”

He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “Lexa?”

“What?”

“Trust yourself to fall. I’ll catch you.”

“I know you will,” I say as his words deflate my rising tension. “There’s no one else I trust more.” My body sinks into the bed, and satisfaction fills his eyes.

“Good, baby,” he murmurs as he lowers his head.

His breath whispers over me and I clench his hair a little tighter. The first soft kisses are so light that my eyes flutter shut and I tip my head back.

“That feels so good,” I moan, as I shift restlessly beneath him.

He presses his lips against my inner thigh and I feel them curve into a smile. “The best is yet to come.”

If any other man told me that, I’d think they were just being arrogant. Cocky, even. But not Shay—not when I know what pleasure he’s capable of giving me.

He parts my legs even wider and lowers his mouth. That’s when I realize no amount of bracing could’ve prepared me for what comes next.

Shay feasts on me.

Endless hungry licks destroy my ability to think, to see, to do anything but hope this pleasure lasts forever. I go wild with it.

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