Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Vaden turns me in his arms.
He’s bending down to kiss me when I plant both palms on his chest. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, this is a big deal for me. Probably it’s a big deal for you, but it’s a bigger deal for me. What I mean is that I don’t want to mess this up, and I’m terrified I will.”
He peers down at me for so long that I start thinking I was the crazy one all along. And that maybe opening my big mouth has ruined the moment.
Then he smiles. Slow, sweet, so heart-stoppingly gorgeous that I don’t even mind that I embarrassed myself by blurting out what I did.
“What?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips. “What is it?”
“You trust me,” he says softly.
I stare up at him, bemused. “Why wouldn’t I trust you? You’ve had all the time in the world to be a creep or murder me in this cabin and bury my body in the forest.”
He clasps my waist and lifts me as if I were the lightest pillow in the world. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
And I do, automatically.
As he walks to the cabin, he says, “You need to stop thinking I’m going to murder you, Jane. You keep saying it and making me think I’m a serial killer.”
Smiling, I slide my arms around his shoulders. His skin is warm and slightly sweaty, but he feels so good under my palms. “Sorry. You’re not a serial killer, and I apologize for making you think I feel anything but safe with you.” And I kiss him so he knows I mean it.
With a groan, his steps slow as his large palm cradles the back of my neck, angling his head to capture my mouth in a potent kiss.
My heart stops, the world ends, and then we’re in motion again.
I pull away, my eyes widening in surprise to discover we’re in the bedroom.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “I stumbled into everything and anything trying to sneak out of here in the middle of the night. And I had my eyes open. You kiss me and still manage to avoid every obstacle. How?”
“Instincts.” He lays me down on the bed. “Instincts count for a lot among shifters.”
I look up at him. “Why didn’t you come to the house before?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’ve been getting used to being with me. You needed time to get used to being in a pack.”
“Don’t you miss being in a pack?” My breath catches as he kisses my pulse.
“I grew up in a pack. When I want to be around people, I will go to the house, but I spent so much time patrolling borders on my own that sometimes I like to be on my own.” He pushes up my T-shirt and stares down at me.
My bra didn’t survive my pursuers wrecking my stuff. Savannah loaded me down with so many high-end and designer clothes, but I don’t think there are any bras or panties tucked into the two suitcases I spy beside the dresser.
So as Vaden stares hungrily down at my bare breasts, I start thinking maybe I don’t need a bra ever. Maybe I can never wear one again if it means this gorgeous man will keep looking at me like this.
“You have the prettiest nipples in the world, Jane. So sweet and rosy,” he whispers, his voice almost reverent. The heat of one finger circling my right nipple makes my breath catch. “Can I taste them?”
I press my thighs together—or I attempt to.
Vaden inserts one leg between mine, lifts his head to pierce me with a hooded, heated stare. “Keep your legs open for me, baby. I have plans and I need room to execute.”
My mouth is instantly as dry as the Sahara Desert. I swallow hard. “What kind of plans?”
“Sit up.”
The soft order rolls off his tongue, and my body just… responds. It’s as eager and excited to see what comes next as I am.
His eyes glitter with approval, and he eases my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the floor. With one palm on my belly, he brushes the tip of his thumb along the underside of my breasts, pressing down slightly until I lie flat on my back.
His gaze returns to my pebbled nipples. “Now, where was I?”
I look at him, heart racing. “You said you wanted to taste me.”
His eyes return to mine. “Can I?” His expression turns serious. “If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me, and I’ll stop, Jane. I want you more than you know, but your needs come first. Okay?”
I touch his face, smiling slightly. “I trust you not to hurt me, Vaden. And I want this with you.”
He lowers his head, and that first kiss on my nipple makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. I instinctively hold my breath, fingers brushing through his hair as his mouth closes around my breast.
My head falls back, a soft moan escaping my lips as he sucks. He laps at my nipple with his hot tongue, drags his teeth along the sensitive nerve endings, and soothes each sting until I’m writhing beneath him.
He lifts his mouth. I fight to keep him there.
A grin tugs on his lips. “I know you want more, Jane. But I haven’t tasted the other one yet.”
I stop fighting him. And as I watch him move to my left breast, I barely breathe as he repeats each lick, suck, and caress on my left nipple.
It feels so good. When he starts grinding his leg against my pussy, my body needs him to move harder, faster.
His sucking mouth on my breast is driving me crazy. His thigh rocking firmly, grinding against my clit, is burning me up alive. Cupping my right hip, he makes hungry sounds in his throat, as if my breasts taste better than he expected.
The pressure is building inside me. I writhe and pant, teetering on the edge, desperate to fall. Then he stops, lifts his head, and I groan in frustration.
He grins at me. “Not like that, Jane. That’s not how I want you to come the first time with me.”
Confused, I watch him as my heart hammers against my chest while he moves down to the bottom of the bed. His skin glistens with sweat from chopping wood.
He hooks the edge of my sweatpants and tugs them, drawing them and my panties down my legs before tossing them aside.
Embarrassed at lying naked in front of him like this, I keep wanting to cover myself, scared he won’t like the way I look. But he peers down at me as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. As if I’m the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
“Amazing,” he whispers. He settles between my spread thighs, drapes my legs over his shoulders, and my breath catches as his mouth hovers over my core.
“Vaden…” I whisper, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed.
“I want you to feel good,” he says, looking me in the eye. “And this will feel so good. But if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
When I look at him, I see a man who wants to make me feel good, so I nod. “Don’t stop.”
His head descends, and he blows warm air over me.
“That…” I let out a soft sigh. “That feels good.”
“How about this, Jane?” He presses a lingering kiss on my clit. “How does this feel?”
My eyes flutter closed, and I stop feeling embarrassed about being naked. I give in to pleasure instead. “Keep doing that.”
He laps between my thighs, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life. All thoughts fly out of my head with each slow, deliberate lick.
The sounds coming from me are ones I’ve never heard before. Eager, urgent whimpers.
Vaden lifts his head. “Stop?” There’s a teasing note in his voice.
I drag him back down. “Don’t you dare.”
Laughing, he drops a kiss on my pussy, inhales, and groans in response. “Fuck, you smell good, Jane.”
With his hands on my hips, dragging me closer, he picks up the pace. He licks and sucks. His tongue touches my clit, circles it, and gently draws it into his mouth; my mind shatters.
He eases me down, caressing my thighs and kissing me until my breathing steadies.
My eyes flutter open as he moves up the bed, and I taste myself in his kiss as he pulls me closer and claims my mouth.
I wrap my legs around his hips, my body rocking against his, needing him in a way I never needed anyone.
Hungrier sounds spill from my mouth into his as my hands roam over his back and hips, shoving at the shorts I need him to take off.
I want him skin to skin. I want to rub every inch of my body against his.
With a groan, he grips his shorts and shoves them down his legs, never breaking his kiss.
Then his fingers find mine, lift them, and pin my hands to the bed over my head.
His cock settles between my thighs, almost pushing into me.
His presence is a warm, hard pressure I’m desperate to have inside me.
He breaks the kiss to peer down at me.
And even though his body trembles against mine and I see the need in his eyes, he stops. “Jane? I’m holding on by a thread here. I need to know that you want this. The first time will hurt, but I promise it gets better.”
There’s no question in my mind what I want, and it isn’t to stop now.
As I hook my ankles behind his back, I silence the fear of the pain to come, but it won’t last. I know this is right. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but Vaden. “Don’t stop. I want this with you.”
He claims my lips again, soft and sweet, full of so much patience.
My breath catches as he rocks, and my body tenses as he slowly pushes into me.
“Relax for me, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me in.”
I relax my body, and he responds with a soft sound of approval as he rocks again. He presses against me until he encounters a resistance that stops him from thrusting deep.
His next kiss is so damn sweet and perfect, I sink into it.
He eases his hips away and thrusts deep. Something in me tears, and I cry out as his cock invades my body.
He whispers apologies against my lips, kissing me, waiting for me to get used to his cock throbbing inside me. Slowly, pain gives way to pleasure, and my need for him to move becomes urgent.
“Vaden…” I writhe under him, and he resumes thrusting. Slow and patient, shallow at first, he picks up the pace as his kiss deepens.
His fingers tighten around mine as his cock drives into me.
I break the kiss, my toes tingling, and my thighs quivering. He slides his cock in and out of me, the pace driving me crazy. My climax hits, and my back arches, a scream tearing out of me.
Vaden groans and moves faster. He pounds into me, pinning my wrists to the bed and letting out loud grunts each time he slams home again.
Once, twice, and he strains. His cock jerks, filling me with heat.
He slumps against me, careful not to crush me. Then he rolls us, pulls me on top of him, and wraps his arms around me. His heart is pounding so loud, and so is mine.
For the longest moment, we just hold each other, struggling to catch our breath.
“Jane?” he whispers against my neck. “Are you okay?”
Yawning, I snuggle against him, never wanting to move. “We have to do that again.”
He laughs and kisses my neck. “I agree one hundred percent.”