Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Ikal
Present Day
“ I don’t know what to pack.” Aitor had gotten home half an hour ago to find me staring at my open suitcase with half my wardrobe piled on the bed. The only thing I’d successfully packed into said suitcase were several pairs of my favorite underwear—the short, tight boxer briefs in crazy colors and patterns that my mate loved.
“Hmm. I think what you have packed is perfect.” His arms wrapped around me from behind, and his lips landed on the claiming bite he’d left on my neck. His lips closed over the mark and he sucked, my cock filling as blood rushed south. I loved the feel of his mouth on my skin, but every time he sucked on that bite I saw stars and my knees turned wobbly.
Spinning in his hold, I rubbed myself against him. “I thought you said we were on a time crunch. Why are you starting something you know we can’t finish?”
“You are irresistible. I can’t keep my hands off you. Please don’t make me try.” He nuzzled against my neck again, and I tipped my head to the side, giving him better access. He rocked his hips against mine, and it made my heart stutter in my chest when I felt his erection brush against mine as he moved us together.
His hands slid down to cup my ass, and I pushed back into his palms as his fingers found my crease. I was fully clothed, so the touch was little more than a tease, but it was enough to make my hole clench and heat pool low in my belly.
“Tor.” I pressed the moan against his lips while his fingers continued to massage the globes of my ass. His tongue tangled with mine, but he didn’t make any move to remove any of my clothes or move us past what we were doing, and I loved it. My mate always knew what I needed, and right now, all I wanted was the feel of his arms around me and his lips on mine. His touch grounded me, and I needed that more than anything after the last six months.
I also knew his plan for us to get away would be good for my soul too, and as though he’d planned it, I pulled away from his kiss and turned back to my unpacked bag, knowing exactly what I needed to toss into it.
He swatted my ass and crossed the room to where his sleek black suitcase was already packed and waiting in the closet. He rolled it out and set it by the end of the bed, then settled on the mattress to watch me pack, offering opinions when I couldn’t decide between two pieces of clothing.
“Which bathing suit?” I held up his choices—one was a pair of short vintage-style swimming trunks patterned in multicolor stripes and the other was a jungle green Speedo.
Tor looked at both pieces of clothing where they dangled from my fingertips before his eyes met mine. His pupils were blown wide and a sexy-as-sin smirk played across his lips. I knew he was imagining peeling the swimsuits from my body. My mate loved to see me wet and naked, and I indulged him whenever I could.
He cleared his throat. “Both. Bring both. Just in case something happens to one of them.”
“By something, you mean you taking a claw to one of them and shredding it off my body, right?”
I felt the low growl that emanated from his chest in my balls. I loved it when he was so hot for me that he literally clawed my clothes off. With all the scheduled sex we’d been having during times when it was supposed to be the best chance for me to get pregnant, it had been a while since he’d ripped my clothes off, desperate to be inside me.
Don’t get me wrong. Sex with Tor was always amazing. Like in everything else, he always put me first, making my pleasure his sole focus and his own an afterthought. But the type of passion that had always fueled our relationship had been absent the past six months, our sex life centering around shots and calendars. The spontaneity was gone, and I missed it.
Seeing my mate’s eyes heat with longing made me feel sexy as fuck, and it was exactly the type of boost I needed right now.
Tor had never made me feel like a bad omega for not being able to get pregnant on my own. In fact, he’d been so supportive it made my heart ache. He’d held my hand at every appointment and stood next to me during every shot. He’d had sex with me during every peak window, even after he’d worked long hours at the hospital or had a rough day. He never said no.
Because I was important to him.
Because he wanted a family as much as I did.
Because he’d do anything for me, no matter what.
And this trip was just another example. He knew I needed to get away. To take a break from work and the stress of trying to have a baby.
He knew we needed to reconnect.
Looking at him now with his eyes full of desire and his hand pressing on his dick where it was tenting the loose linen shorts he’d put on when he got home from work made me feel powerful and it filled up an emptiness in my core I’d been trying to ignore.
I dropped both bathing suits into my suitcase. “Maybe I won’t wear either.”
Tor licked his lips. “Whatever you want, maitea. We have a private pool and access to a private beach. If you want to stay naked the whole time we’re gone, you won’t hear any complaints from me.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him so I slotted between his spread thighs. My arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth plundered mine. I wanted to push him back on the bed and straddle his hips, but the second my hands hit his chest to do just that his phone started ringing. He let it ring until he’d stolen all the breath from my lungs with his kisses, then he plucked it from his pocket and tapped the screen while I tried to calm down. His kisses always made my brain short-circuit, and it took me a few extra heartbeats to get it back online.
“Our ride is here. It’s time to go.” He put his hands on my hips and pushed me back a step so he could stand. In one fluid motion, he zipped my suitcase and tugged it off the bed, then wheeled both our bags to the door. He turned to look over his shoulder and he held his hand out to me. “Are you coming, my love?”
Stepping forward, I slid my hand into his, my skin still vibrating when we touched, just like it had since the first time we met.