35. Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Five
Raif
H e hopes he didn’t overstep his bounds by taking Ash from her parents’ house.
When he went to the hospital and found out she had already been discharged, he was disappointed.
He had wanted to be there when she got out, to take her back to her house and make sure she was comfortable.
It had been a hard decision to drive to her parents in Silver Lake and say he was taking her home.
It would have been nice to take her to his cabin, his den. But he knew she needed to be in her own space. From their brief phone discussion while she was in the hospital, he knew she wasn’t sleeping well and just wanted to be home.
Bringing her the flowers had been thought out.
He wandered the lodge property and picked the most beautiful wildflowers he could find.
None of them matched her beauty, but then nothing did.
He stole some butcher paper from the lodge kitchen and wrapped it in twine.
Then he went to town and picked up a store-bought bouquet for her mother.
Seeing as her mother liked them and let him take Ash, he thinks it was the right call.
She’s not slow or unsteady as she moves. You’d never know she had been in a horrible fire and was in the hospital for three days from the way she’s acting. She lets them both in and then flops herself down on the couch, running her fingers through her hair and then grimacing.
“Ugh, that shampoo from the hospital was horrible. I’m going to take a shower.”
He wants to ask if he can join her. Wants to take her apart in the shower and put her back together, but when she simply kisses his cheek and moves down the hall, he figures it’s for the best. She probably needs her privacy after having little to no privacy for the past three days.
He’s making them tea when she comes into the kitchen. Towel wrapped around her, and hair dripping.
“Hey,” she says softly. She knocks her knees together while she stands, and he loves how sweet she looks just then.
“Hey. I’m just making some tea, you want some? I know we just ate at your parents but-”
He’s cut off by a beautiful woman in his arms. She looks at him with a twinkle in her eye, then she’s kissing him. It’s not slow and chaste. It’s rough and fast, and she pulls her body flush with his. He can feel his cock stiffening up, so he tilts his pelvis away.
“I’m all fresh and clean.”
“Yes, you are,” he says, running his hand through her wet hair.
“Want to make me dirty?”
He can’t help the low growl that comes from his throat, and she widens her eyes in surprise, but then dives back in to kiss him.
He slides his hands up and down her back, into her hair, and then squeezes her ass.
He’s still keeping his hard dick pulled back so as not to rut into her, but she presses herself forward, and he groans at the feeling of contact.
He doesn’t know where this is going and decides to let her lead. She runs her hands over his chest and arms. Down to his jeans, where she cups him and rubs. It feels good, really good, and he wants more, but this is her rodeo.
“What do you want, baby?”
She groans and drops her head back, closes her eyes.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, I just...I love it when you call me baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“So tell me,” he squeezes her ass again, “tell me what you want, baby.”
“Bedroom, now.”
He picks her up by her thighs, and she wraps her legs around his waist. They kiss as he carries her to the bedroom and deposits her on the bed.
She’s still wrapped in her towel, but the way she falls on the bed makes it open a little at the bottom.
He can see the pink of her pussy peeking out, and it’s bare.
He kneels on the bed, pulls the bottom of the towel to the side, and sees her neatly trimmed hair. It’s shaved on her lips and down the sides, but there's a small triangle above her clit.
“You shaved?”
“I thought you’d like it?”
She seems insecure, and he doesn’t want that ever, he wants his mate to feel confident in her body, confident with him.
She’s a strong woman, physically, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone, and he admires that in her.
He loves how feisty she is, and seeing this shy, unsure side of her just won't do.
“You do whatever you want with your body, baby, it’s yours. I like you natural, and I like you like this too.”
She smiles, and he knows he’s said the right thing. He can see how wet she is, and he longs to touch her folds. She opens her arms, and he lies down next to her, propped up on his elbow so he can lean over and kiss her, running his fingers through her long locks.
Her towel is still on, and he doesn’t want to be the one to take it off. She still hasn’t told him what she wants, and he wants to go slow since they are still so new at this. She squirms, opens and closes her legs as they kiss till he traps her thigh under his. Placing his thigh between her legs.
That’s all it takes. She starts rubbing herself on his denim-clad leg, and he presses his leg upward so she can rub herself on him.
The towel is still holding fast around her chest, and he keeps his hand in her hair and strokes her face.
Her hands are everywhere, scrabbling at his back, pulling on his shirt.
She mewls into his mouth as they kiss and rubs herself harder.
She pulls back and tells him, “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need to. I need it. Please, Raif, touch me.”
“Where, baby? Here?”
He runs his hand down her throat to the exposed part of her chest above the towel, and trails his fingers lightly across her clavicle.
“Raif.”
She’s breathless, still rutting against him, and he wonders if she can come like this, clothed in a towel with his leg as her source of pleasure.
“Raif.”
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“Please, Raif, touch my pussy.”