“You won’t still be carrying me around when I’m nine months pregnant,” she said ruefully.
“Wanna bet?” I countered. “I’ll be even more inclined to carry you then. Knowing you’re pregnant inspires my most primitive instincts. I don’t want your feet to ever touch the damn floor again.”
She smiled up at me, the weariness on her face starting to lift. Her fingers slid into my hair, and I nearly came from the simple gesture. From receiving affection from my mate. Proof that she was still mine, despite my colossal fuckup.
She loved me despite the truth I was still keeping from her. The secrets.
“I’ll be too heavy then.”
I shook my head. “Never, sugar. I’m stronger than I look.” I winked.
She giggled. “Well, you look pretty strong, so that’s saying something.”
She didn’t know half of it.
I set her on the bathroom counter and turned on the water then returned to undress my mate. She watched me with a soft gaze, letting me strip off her scrub top, lifting her arms over her head to do so. Her bra came off next.
“There they are,” I murmured appreciatively when her breasts spilled out.
“I need a bigger bra.” She cupped and squeezed them.
I groaned at the sight of her cupping them like an offering. Lush and full, swollen in preparation to feed our pup.
If there was a choice between me being a tits or ass man, I was tits all the way. Although Becky’s ass was damned fine, too.
I knocked her hands away.
“Mine,” I growled. “My job.” I took over, gently massaging them as I lowered my head to flick my tongue over one nipple. It furled against my tongue.
She laughed at my possessiveness, which quickly turned into a moan. Squirming on the counter, sliding her ass closer to the edge, it was as if she needed to feel me between her legs. So fucking responsive. The room grew steamy and warm as I rubbed the pad of my thumb between her legs, making a wet spot soak through her panties and scrubs. I moved my tongue to the other nipple.
“Clint,” she murmured, her pupils dilated, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, my breath fanning her skin. She smelled so good. Like her own sweet scent, plus her heady arousal and then my scent on her. My dick punched against my jeans, remembering she was mine forever. “This body was made to be worshipped by me.”
“I don’t want to be worshipped. I want to be fucked.” She pulled the snaps open on my shirt and yanked it down my arms. She took a moment, stared at my body. Yeah, the silver wound had finally healed, and she barely gave my side a glance.
I fucking loved the aggression in her. When she shoved her hand into my waistband and used it to yank my hips up into the cradle of her legs, I barely stifled the animal-like growl that came from my throat.
I stamped my mouth down on hers, sucking and licking my way to heaven. She unbuckled my belt then the button on my jeans.
“Ever been fucked in a shower before?” I broke our frenzied kiss to ask because we weren’t going to get much farther than that before I had to get in her.
“No,” she admitted. “But if it’s as good as against the wall of Cody’s storeroom, I’m down.”
“Well, that is how we conceived our sweet girl.” I picked her ass off the counter and put her down only long enough for us both to shuck the rest of our clothing then I gripped her waist and lifted her hips up to mine. She straddled me, wrapping her legs around my back. In the mirror, I saw her cute feet crossed. “Just think how easily we’ll conceive next time if we’re horizontal.”
She bit my shoulder. Her teeth were blunt and dull compared to a wolf’s, but I fucking loved her instinct. I loved that she wanted to bite me back. To mark me like I marked her.
I licked the place my tooth had sunk into her flesh. The spot had a small scab and was slowly healing. “Getting me back?” I teased.
“Uh huh.” She glanced up at me through her lashes. “I figure I have lifetime rights. I still don’t know how you managed to break skin.”
“Weird fluke,” I offered, my voice going rusty. Christ. I hated lying to her. Hated holding shit back, especially now when there was literally nothing between us. Especially when she used the word lifetime when referring to our relationship.
How much shock could she take in one day? Her ex had been murdered in her house. Finding out her new boyfriend was a wolf might put her over the edge.
Then there was the issue of permanently claiming her without consent. Although after her confession of love tonight, I felt slightly better about springing that on her. Still, now wasn’t the time. My dick and wolf both agreed. Fuck now, fuck everything up later.