Gasping for needed air, he collapsed to his elbows, his face comforted by the swell of her breast. Her arms wrapped over his back, holding him to her. He couldn’t think of one other place he’d rather be.
* * * *
She dozed beneath his weight, or maybe she had a brief moment of unconsciousness. Stacee wasn’t sure. That had been the best orgasm of her life. Her entire body felt languid, loved. She’d never felt that before, sheer satiation. She prayed she’d get to feel it again. Jonas wasn’t laying on her fully, supporting himself to not crush her, but she honestly didn’t care. She didn’t want him to move at all, loving the feeling of his skin next to hers.
She nuzzled his face, brushing little kisses to his temple and he moved to give her better access.
Running her hands up and down his back, she felt the way the muscles bunched and moved beneath her touch. Something was bothering him.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” he replied. “Did I happen to tell you I love you yet?”
She smiled. “No, but I had an inkling.”
He lifted to look into her eyes, the aquamarine of his, deep and adoring. “When?”
“When you told me you’d never told another your little furry secret.” She stretched her arms over his back then resumed her meandering touching. “I had no idea shifters were real, but it explains a few things.”
He rose onto his flat palms. “Oh?”
“Your strength, for one. The way you can go still as stone. That’s not really a human trait. It’s very hard to do and keep still. Models train years to accomplish that technique to mimic mannequins. I don’t exactly see you as the model type,” she told him with a soft chuckle.
“So, you’ve been watching me,” he challenged playfully, nipping at her chin.
“Oh, I’d say I’ve been watching you a lot. I love what I see.”
“After only a week?” he mused quietly, as though to himself.
“After only a week,” she confirmed. She cupped his face and brought him down to her. “I love you, Jonas. Now, it’s my turn to make you scream a time or two.”
The wicked grin that appeared showed he was more than ready to be tested.
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.
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