Chapter Eight
Jonah took his time undressing her, stopping to trail kisses over every newly exposed inch of her skin.
She was more than beautiful. Looking at her, seeing the trust in her gaze, stole his breath.
This woman, who’d expressed how she’d never had anyone, had chosen him.
Him. Jonah Conti. More than that, she’d claimed him as her mate.
It was humbling. He felt the weight of that trust all the way to his soul.
He swore he’d never fail her. He’d always put her first. He’d make sure she never questioned her place. She’d always be at his side.
“Jonah.” His name was the sweetest of whimpers as he ran his palms over her curves, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She was sensitive to the touch, her body reacting instantly under his hands.
“I’m right here, love.” He bent to kiss her softly, keeping it light while he continued stroking. She wiggled, sexy sounds spilling from her as he explored and caressed.
He eased his hand between her thighs and groaned when he found her folds slick with desire. She slid her legs wider at that first touch, begging him to keep going without words.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he eased back from the kiss and began kissing his way over her chest, along her abdomen and lower until he’d moved to lie between her thighs.
He cupped the backs of her knees and pushed her legs wider, placing her feet on his shoulders as he bent to get his first taste.
Honey. The sweetest he’d ever tasted. He licked her from top to bottom then slipped a finger inside her while he sucked at her clitoris.
The pleasure spilling from her lips assured him she enjoyed just how much he enjoyed her. He worked her up then eased back again and again until she was panting and begging.
“Oh, please. Don’t stop. Please. Yes. Yes. Oh, my god. Jonah!”
She was still riding the orgasm when he rose, gripping her legs and flipping her to her stomach before grasping her hips and lifting her to her knees.
Her head thrashed against the mattress as pleasure filled her.
Then he was filling her, every inch of his shaft buried in her tight channel.
Still, he kept it slow and easy. His long strokes filled completely before he slowly withdrew.
He gave her time to catch her breath, but he was lost when she turned her head and her gorgeous green eyes locked onto his gaze.
He quickened his pace. Not racing but not the easy cadence he’d been maintaining.
Her eyelids were low giving her a sexy, sultry appearance.
“More,” she whispered.
He slipped one hand along her belly, dipping two fingers back between her thighs to rub her clit.
Just like that she rose again and took him with her.
He struggled to maintain a measure of control, to not lose himself in the rush of pleasure and pound into her until he spilled.
Then she tightened, her channel locking around him and squeezing.
With a growl he hoped was worthy of his mate, he came.
They stayed joined for long moments before he finally pulled back, forcing himself to stand on shaky legs and make his way to the bathroom.
He was searching for a cloth when she walked in after him.
For a moment, she looked uncertain. He immediately pulled her against his chest, almost laughing when his cock gave a twitch of renewed interest.
“You could have stayed in bed. I’m happy to take care of you.”
“I was hoping there’d be a shower in here, and there is.”
“Of course,” he said, smoothing his palm over her lower back before stepping away. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Or you could join me,” she offered, making him grin.
“I’d love to. Why don’t you set the temperature where you like it, and I’ll get some towels laid out for us.”
After all the time they’d spent in each other’s space, they moved easily together, perfectly in synch. She was under the spray when he joined her. Once again, he realized how lucky he was.
“Let me,” he said when she reached for the sponge and bodywash.
He took pleasure in washing her. He took his time with her chest and stomach then had her turn so he could do her back.
Stopping at the base of her spine, he slipped to his knees.
He bit off a groan as he washed her curvy ass and down her legs.
Teasing her, he ran the sponge up her inner thighs, before switching to clean the outside.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes were sultry when she did. He cleaned her sex, being easy of her swollen clit. He moved down to her ankles then lifted each foot to rest on his thigh while he finished washing her. When he stood, he caught her lips with a kiss then turned her until her back was to him again.
“Hand me the shampoo.”
She moaned as he worked his fingers through her long waves. She’d been beautiful with the dark hair she’d had when she first arrived, but when she’d told him her hair was naturally red, he’d helped her to get it as close to the original shade as they could. He loved her hair.
“Rinse,” he ordered then reached over her shoulder for the conditioner. When she finished, he worked the conditioner through her hair, massaging her scalp as he did.
“That feels so good,” she said with a moan that had his cock twitching again.
“Mmm,” he agreed as he finished and reached for the sponge to give himself a quick wash.
“My turn,” Bre said as she took it from him.
He braced himself for her touch, but nothing prepared him for the feel of her hands as she ran them all over him.
Then she went to her knees and looked up at him.
His shaft lifted to say hello. She washed over his legs and feet, everywhere but where he wanted her the most. Then she tossed the sponge to the back of the shower and ran a soapy finger from tip to base before cupping his balls and massaging them.
“Fuck me,” he swore.
“Not yet.”
His gaze jerked back to her, but her stare was fixed on what she held. She wrapped her palm around his cock and pumped him, squeezing as she reached the head then gliding back to the root. She repeated the motion over and over again until he thought he’d go insane.
“Rinse,” she ordered and pushed him back until the water ran over his chest down his stomach and along his sex. She helped the water do its job then gripped him and used his length to tug him forward.
“Bre—” That was as far as he got before her mouth closed around his tip and every ounce of air left his lungs.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she tasted him.
She twirled her tongue around the crown, almost taking him to his knees. He had to lock them and brace one palm on the slick wall at his back.
“You taste so good.”
Before he could muster words, she swallowed him, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. He felt the squeeze as he hit the back of throat and groaned.
“You taste so good,” she told him, lifting her head and letting him pop free.
He reached for her and tugged her to her feet before she could take him deep again.
In the next moment, he had her braced against the shower wall.
She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust deep.
They both cried out at the first penetrating stroke.
It was hard and fast, her nails digging into his shoulders.
There was no slow rise to completion. They found it quickly together, and as she came undone around him, her teeth sank into the same spot where she’d claimed him the first time.
He cried out as the pleasure rocked through him.
He was still coming when she pulled her teeth free and licked over the wound she’d made.
He knew from years spent with shifters the bite would never fully heal.
It was her mating mark. Her claiming of him.
One that she’d often bite into during their bouts of lovemaking.
“You’re incredible,” he managed to say as he leaned his forehead against hers. She caught his lips in soft kiss.
“Next time, I want you to come in my mouth,” she told him. “I want to taste you.”
Jonah chuckled. “Damn, love, if you make me hard again, I’m likely to pass out.” He helped her get her feet under her. “Let’s clean up again real quick then head back to bed.”
He wrapped his towel around his waist and helped Bre dry off before going to the bag he’d had Mitch bring him the first day she’d been in the medical center.
He handed her one of the pajama sets she liked and watched her dress while he wiped the water off his skin then stepped into a pair of boxer briefs.
“When can we go back to our room?” Bre asked as they slipped back into bed.
“In the morning, if you want,” Jonah promised as he spooned her.
He wrapped an arm around her middle, tugging her back into his chest, resting his head alongside hers on the pillow.
He could tell from the weight of the silence she had something on her mind, but he let her decide when or if she wanted to share. He didn’t have to wait long.
“I need to see Murphy tomorrow.”
“If you want,” Jonah said.
“I think I need to talk to him and Finn. I don’t understand everything that happened.
I have bits and pieces, and I’m not sure what’s real or what’s my mind filling in gaps.
” She paused, and he slipped his palm just under her top to rest against her bare stomach.
She placed her hand over his, linking their fingers together.
“I hurt Murphy. It wasn’t intentional. I’ve hurt Finn since I came here by pushing him away and refusing to speak to him. ”
“They’re grown men. You don’t have to force yourself to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“Thank you.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, and it was natural to drop a kiss on her lips. “I’m ready. No more silence. I need to figure out what happened to me, even if it’s just childhood memories.”
“Okay. Do you want me with you?”
She turned in his arms. “Yes, please. I don’t want to do this alone.”
“You’ll never be alone again. I swear. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
She snuggled against his chest, her knee slipping between his thighs as she wrapped around him. He held her close, breathing her in as she settled into sleep. This time, there was no fear of when she’d wake up. Whatever it took, he’d help her discover the past, so they could focus on their future.