“I…I…” she stuttered, bringing her hands up to cover what he so desperately wanted to look at.
“No, my sweet. You’re beautiful.” He brushed her hands away. “Your breasts are perfect.” He cupped one, running his thumb over the tight nipple.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes drifting closed.
It wasn’t easy to pull away, but he stopped touching her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He saw the question forming on her face, and knew she wondered why he’d stopped.
“Look,” he said. “Your nipples are a dusky rose…perfect. Your breasts just full enough for me to cup in my hands. No, look,” he told her when she would have turned her eyes away. “Watch as I caress them, take each one into my mouth.”
He lowered his head and sucked one delicious nipple into his mouth rolling the nub around with his tongue. She gasped and pulled his head tighter to her.
He moved to the other side, running his tongue over her nipple, teasing, before sucking it inside his mouth. His hand slid beneath the waistband of her sweats, running over her flat stomach, reaching down, touching her, feeling her dampness, knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He jerked when her hand snaked between their bodies, and she in turn began to touch him, to stroke her finger lightly over his erection.
“Yes, just like that,” he told her. His breathing became labored as her grip tightened just a little. She massaged him, then slid his foreskin down, then up with oh-so aching slowness. Exquisite torture! He wouldn’t be able to stand much more.
He knew the routine, and grabbed his pants that were on the sofa where he had shifted form, and pulled out a package that contained a sheath. He’d decided since Callie apparently wanted this protection, that he wouldn’t argue with her. He wasn’t about to take the chance that she might refuse him. That would drive him insane. He quickly rolled the sheath down his erection.
The pressure built inside him until he thought he might explode. He tugged her sweats off, then pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his legs, rubbing herself against him. He watched her face, saw the passion, and it fired his desire even more. He cupped her butt, pulling her in tighter against him. Then in one swift movement, he raised her, lowering her body onto him.
She gasped. “Oh, yes, that’s what I want. That feels…yes…”
She gripped his shoulders, sliding her body sensuously up and down him, her slick wet heat embracing him in ecstasy. He tightened, trying to hold back, but it seemed like forever since they’d made love.
Her body jerked. She gasped. Her eyes closed.
He let go, giving way to his own orgasm. Felt the waves of passion quiver through him. This was good. Very good.
With a deep sigh, Callie laid her head against his chest. Her body was soft against him. He knew deep in his heart that she was meant to be with him.
But something else was happening. He felt Balam growing stronger inside him. He groaned, unable to stop the tide that rocked him to the core.
Callie jumped up. “Not again!”
He couldn’t stop the change. Too much passion flowed through his body.
The ache grew inside him, the burning began to build as fog enveloped him, just before he shifted. It would have been nice lying in her arms, feeling her naked body pressed against his.
It was much later that his heart slowed to a normal pace. He opened his eyes and looked through Balam’s.
Where is she, old friend?
In the bedroom. She shut the door. I think she’s still a bit leery around me.
That will change with time.
I have no doubt. Go to her.
Rogar shifted. He walked down the hallway, then eased open the door of the bedroom. She’d left a light on. It bathed her in a soft glow. He watched the even rise and fall of her chest.
Rather than join her, he went into the bathroom. Shower first, then he would crawl beneath the cover, and pull her naked body against his. He could get used to having Callie around.
As in forever?
Rogar smiled as he continued on without even a stumble. Yes, Balam, I could get used to her forever.
She would make a good lifemate.
I only need to convince her of that. Rogar wasn’t sure it would be that easy, but he kept those thoughts hidden.
She doesn’t like change. It might be harder than you imagine.
Rogar turned the water on in the shower and stepped beneath the spray. You doubt I can?
No, but it will take a bit of finesse.
He laughed. Are you going to give me lessons?
Silence.
Had he offended Balam? His animal guide could get quite touchy at times.
No, I think you should be able to manage quite well,
Balam told him.
Thank you. Rogar grabbed the soap and began to lather his body. A pleasant smell reached his nostrils. Maybe he would take some things back with him to introduce to their world. His mother and sisters would like the scented soaps. They were always anxious to try new aromas.
Our genes have mixed so we share some of the same traits, Balam continued. You get your strength and agility from me. Also, your prowess with the women.
Rogar snorted. Balam was full of himself. And what do you get from me?
Silence.
It is rather one-sided, isn’t it? Balam stated matter-of-factly.
Now you’re a comedian.
Thank you.
Rogar shook his head as he finished rinsing the soap from his body, then turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. After drying, he slung a towel around his hips, and knotted it at his waist.
When he walked out of the bathroom, her eyes were open, but she had that sleepy, seductive look about her, and it made him want her all over again.
“Good. I liked Balam, but I’d rather snuggle with you,” she said with a yawn.
He chuckled. “I would rather snuggle with you, too.”
Her cheeks tinged a rosy red. How could she still be embarrassed, after they had been so intimate with each other?
He strolled to his side of the bed, then unknotted the towel, letting it fall to the floor. He watched her face, saw her pupils widen, and more—he saw the hunger in her eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to convince her to return with him.
“Next time we’ll shower together. I would like soaping your body,” he told her.
She visibly swallowed, her gaze finally moving to his face. “I don’t think we would have gotten very much showering done.”
“True.” He pulled the cover back and saw she had on a thick nightgown. He shook his head.
“What?”
“You are wearing clothes to bed again.”
She frowned. “It gets cold at night.”
“Not when you’re sleeping with me.” He reached down and tried to tug the gown up, but it was stuck under her. Her face turned a darker shade of red.
“Fine.” She pulled it off and tossed it on the floor, before jerking the cover up to her chin.
“I enjoy looking at your body as much as you enjoy looking at mine.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t!”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I mean…you have a great body and all….” Her forehead wrinkled. “Okay, I do enjoy looking at you.” To give credence to her words, her gaze drifted over him. She sighed. “You have a magnificent body.”
He grinned.
Her frowned deepened. “And a big…ego.”
He switched off the light and crawled beneath the cover, pulling her body close to his. “Go to sleep.” He kissed the top of her head. Having Callie next to him felt so right. He wouldn’t like it if she wasn’t there. Balam was right. Now Rogar had to convince her that leaving with him would be the correct thing to do.