She nodded, a comfortable silence filling the room. A dark eyebrow arched a moment later. “How do they know the difference? Stacee isn’t a shifter, but she knew immediately.”
Rush chuckled, having wondered when she’d remember that. “It’s because she’s bonded with Jonas. As easily as they can tell she’s taken, she can recognize any of us.”
“Wow,” she murmured in quiet awe.
“Do you want a big wedding?” Knowing how she felt about the idea of matrimony, he didn’t want anything left unspoken between them. He caressed her jaw with a thumb. He’d give her anything she wanted to keep her happy.
“No. Just Stacee and Jonas and your sister are fine.”
“Not your mom?” He wasn’t going to push. It was her choice. Kay hadn’t gone out of her way to introduce them yet, but she had told her mother she was in a serious relationship. The reaction had been less than ecstatic. A little part of him wanted to cry for the neglect she’d lived through and still had to deal with. Though his parents were gone, he’d never been without the knowledge that they’d loved him and Sheridan endlessly.
She let out a sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.” He sipped at her lips. With a hand on her hip, he tugged her flush to his frame. “You know, it would be a shame to waste that.”
“That what?” she asked, confused.
“This,” he growled, palming her ass to let his erection nestle between her thighs. He thrust in even motions, sliding up and down the barrier of her panties.
“Ooh, that,” she crooned, her come-and-get-me grin returning. “I had no intention of wasting that.” She winked. Then Rush’s head snapped back on his neck because she had wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft beneath the towel. “Ditch the towel, if you dare.”
He dared. The towel was gone in nothing flat, leaving his body exposed for her pleasure, and his.
Seconds later she was as naked as he was, her pert breasts peaked with beautifully rosy nipples. He loved her body, loved everything about her. Trailing her trim length with his fingers, he stopped when he reached the heated essence of her pussy.
“Did you do something different?” The full nest of hair that he enjoyed playing with felt…shorter.
“I trimmed. Do you like it?” She bit her bottom lip, waiting for his answer.
Inching down her body, she spread her thighs, his fingers drifting over the edges of her labia so he could explore. “I love it.”
“I almost decided on a full wax, but wanted to do a test first.”
His breath hitched hard. He’d die if she did a wax. There was little left to say about how much he liked the new style when licking her juice off her skin seemed to say so much more.
She groaned, her hips rising to find more of him as he dipped and suckled at sensitive skin. Playing and stabbing at her clit made her writhe and moan wildly, her scent soaking into his senses with each inhale. He couldn’t picture anything better than her lost in the pleasure he gave her. Thrusting deep with his tongue, Rush stroked her into her orgasm, continually amazed at how sensitive her body was to his touch. Licking her with slow swipes to feel her quiver beneath him, he then covered her smaller frame, resting for her to catch her breath.
“Rush,” she moaned, pulling him closer. Gently, he speared her body, filling her inch by delicious inch. In moments, they’d found that perfect rhythm, her heat enveloping his cock as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Following the urging of her fingers, he wrapped his hands beneath her body and drove into her harder, deeper.
Her whimpers turned into full-throttle cries of ecstasy in seconds. His own orgasm was quickly barreling down on him. Heat and electricity swarmed through his blood like a lightning storm, striking with random explosions of ecstasy. Then, without warning, pain and pleasure ignited on his shoulder and he arched, stiffening as Kay completed the bonding. For a split second, his world went red then black as their souls merged completely. Nothing prepared him for the euphoria of knowing she was his, of her claiming him as her own. Driving into her softness, into her embrace, the nova that swept over him melted him from the inside out with love for her. Together, they shared his orgasmic high, carrying her with him as they both tumbled over the edge.
His heart screamed, ready to burst from his chest, and he finally remembered to breathe, shudders rocking his body as she clenched around him, around his shoulders, trying to absorb him in every way imaginable.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips caressing the shell of his ear, sending another shocked shudder down his body. He’d never tire of hearing those words in her voice.
“I love you too, princess.” A contented sigh flowed over his flushed skin, and she snuggled in tighter beneath his shoulder. Wrapped in her arms, he drew her sweetness into his body, looking forward to doing the exact same thing for the rest of his life.
The End
About the Author
Diana DeRicci is the sexy, flirty pen name of Diana Castilleja. A romance author at heart, DeRicci’s writing takes you into a saucier spectrum of sensuality and sexual adventure, where a happily-ever-after is still the key to any story. Diana lives in Central Texas with her husband, one son and a feisty little Chihuahua named Rascal. You can catch the latest news on all of Diana DeRicci’s writing and books on her website Listed above. Feel free to drop Diana an email. She’d love to hear from you.
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