Page 36 of A Lady's Heart
Chapter Eight
Mandy sat back on her heels to take a deep breath and…well, honestly? Gloat.
Forget that she’d knocked off an item on her list, she’d thoroughly enjoyed his response. And to top it off, it seemed in spite of her best efforts, Justin was nowhere near done.
Which,hello, lovely side effect of being shifters.
She didn’t mind at all when he tucked his hands around her and brought her to her feet. He paused for only a second before lifting her higher and draping her over his body. The shower spray struck her skin with teeny dancing needles of fine, warm mist, the prickles contrasting deliciously with the smooth heat of his tongue as he licked and teased and kissed.
“Can’t stop.”
The words were growled desperately, and she hurried to reassure him there was no place she’d rather be.
“I’m good right here,” she promised.
He seemed pleased with her answer. He nipped at the edge of her breast before following it with a tender kiss. “So beautiful. So damn brave.”
Mandy let her happiness escape in a long, contented sigh.
“I’ve been called beautiful before, but honestly, it means so much more when it’s not only about something that’s skin deep.” She let go of his shoulders, trusting him to hold her in place as she pressed her palms to his face and allowed her contentment to shine through. “Thank you for saying I’m brave.”
“Not just words,” he offered, rubbing their noses together affectionately. “Everything you do screams how brave you are.”
“It hasn’t always been that way,” she said.
He held her against him, their frantic, passionate rush transforming into something different. “It’s always been there for people who knew how to see. You’re not just being brave for others anymore. Now you’re being brave for you.”
Mandy’s heart swelled. If she wasn’t careful she was going to admit she was falling…
No. She wasn’t ready to admit it. “Again, thank you.”
She pressed their lips together and kissed him, softly at first then with growing intensity until he was back to making some of those intoxicating noises she’d pulled from him earlier.
Her thought was that he would slow down and take them back into the bedroom, but that idea quickly vanished as he pressed her shoulders against the wall of the shower, their lips connected, her legs wrapped around his sturdy body.
His fingers drifted over her belly and between her legs, and she made a noise of her own as he stroked her sex. Over and over, fingers barely slipping in, then out, then over her clit until she was desperate to be filled.
He adjusted position until the thick head of his cock pressed into her, and they both made noises as he slid home, satisfaction and delight echoing from the walls of the shower. Her higher tone and his deep accompaniment blended together and swirled in the enclosure. She moaned, and their noises of pleasure mixed together into musical tones that echoed back over her skin in an auditory seduction.
Staccato beats joined the chorus as he withdrew then thrust forward. Over and over, their bodies impacted against each other as the rapid pulse reverberated off the walls.
“Oh,Justin—”
Her breathing sped up, fingertips digging into his shoulders as he pulsed his hips against hers, cock driving into her passage and sending her senses reeling. They were both panting. Gasping for air as he rested his forehead on the tiles beside her. His breath hot on her skin.
Somewhere in her past she’d lived a life full of pain and uncertainty. She’d been captive in a way that her shifter soul should never have had to experience, but here and now, all that vanished. Faded into a misty haze that was no longer a part of her life. Or at least, no longer a part of her future.
This was her new life. Pleasure was being bestowed upon her until she was ready to explode with it. No retreat—no escape, but she didn’t want a way out.
Sheneeded.
With every fiber of her being, she needed—not just the sex, but the caring that was implicit in his every touch.
As if sensing she’d vanished down a rabbit hole of memories and introspection, Justin slowed. His hands on her hips cradled her carefully. He switched from pounding into her as if welding them together to silent, long slow strokes that nearly drew him from her body before connecting them an inch at a time. Finishing with pure, complete one-ness.
Over.
And over.
