“Uh oh,” Helen says, her arms around my neck. “I know that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The ‘I’m Mathiras and I’m thinking too hard’ look.” She rubs a finger against the back of my neck. “What’s wrong?”
“There doesn’t seem to be any place to set you down that’ll be comfortable, and if it’s your first time, I want it to be comfortable.”
Helen makes a face at me. “Is that what you’re fretting over? How about right here?”
“Helen, this is just a path.”
She shrugs. “So? If we get dirty it gives me an excuse to get into the shower with you later. I just want you, Mathiras. I’m tired of waiting. I want to be your mate.” Helen leans in and presses her lips to mine in quick kiss after kiss, each punctuated with a single word. “Please. Please. Please.”
I groan, because I want this. She wants this. Why am I in my own head so much about how it’s not perfect? It’s just that Helen is…amazing. Special. I want her to realize how much I care for her. “I need this to be amazing for you. I want to do this right.”
Helen wriggles in my grasp, slithering down to the ground, and I let her go. Immediately, she puts her hands on my belt and undoes the fastener, then moves to my trou. “Clearly you need convincing.”
Me? There is not a male out there that needed less convincing. “Helen, this is your moment.”
“It is,” she agrees, looking up at me as she skims a hand over my aching cock. “But you’re worrying and overthinking, just like you always do. I’m not someone you have to coddle, like you did Zoey when she was little. You don’t have to protect me like you did Sophie. You don’t have to think for me like you do your brothers. I know what I want, and if I want to make love to my handsome, strong mate on a garden floor, then he should get between my thighs and make sure that I’m having an excellent time.”
As always, Helen manages to cut to the heart of things. She’s incredible, and I’m filled with another surge of affection for her and her thoughtfulness. “I love you, you know that?”
“I do know that,” she says, beaming up at me even as she strokes my cock through my trou. “But you could show me.”
I could. And I’m going to. I pull my tunic over my head and lay it on the path at our feet. If nothing else, her ass won’t be on the cold flooring. Helen’s eyes light up at the sight of my bare chest, and she moves closer, pressing a kiss to the plating over my chest. I tug her close, burying my hands in her hair and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She’s too short for me to maul like this, but I can undress her, at least. “My gorgeous, clever mate. My smart, sly Helen. You’re incredible.”
“I know.”
I move my hand to the auto-fastener at her collar. She’s wearing a bodysuit that matches one of my favorites, and I feel a surge of pleasure that she likes to dress like me. How idiotic is that? But it’s just Helen’s way of showing the universe that she’s choosing to be my mate, just as I’m choosing to be hers.
As the auto-fastener slithers down her torso, it reveals a hint of cleavage. Impatient, I slip my hand in and cup one of her small, perfect breasts, stroking my thumb over the nipple. “I need you naked,” I tell her. “And then I need you to lie down so I can put my mouth all over you.”
Helen shivers with anticipation.
CHAPTER 115
HELEN
Finally, we’re getting somewhere.
I adore Mathiras, and I adore that big, caring brain of his, but sometimes a female just needs a penis put inside her already. As he teases my breast, I slither my arms out of the sleeves of my clothing, shucking it until the material pools at my waist and hangs around my belt. I want to press up against him, even as I want to finish undressing him. I want everything. I’m greedy, I suppose, but I’ve been waiting so long for him that I’m ravenous with need. I can’t decide where to touch him first.
“Clothes off,” Mathiras tells me, pinching my nipple lightly. It sends a ripple of heat through my body, and I gasp at the pleasure of it. Oh, please, I think inwardly. Please, please get bossy with how much you need me.
Eager to please, I toss my belt aside and then shimmy out of my bodysuit. Or at least I try to. It ends up pooling around my boots and then my shoes get trapped in the fabric. I nearly stumble in my haste to pull them off, and grab on to Mathiras’s arm. “You know, they were never this awkward with their clothes in the vids,” I point out. “Why is it so annoying to get undressed to have sex in reality?”