Page 37 of A Lady's Heart
Pleasure creeping over her like molasses on a winter’s day.
Senses tingling.
Her breath caught in her chest as he lifted his gaze to hers and slipped…in…all…the…way.
And stopped.
He pressed their foreheads together. “I have been dreaming about this for fucking ever, excuse the language.”
Inside a bubble expanded, reaching up and twisting her lips. Happiness taking her by storm until, in spite of the edge of urgency pulsing between them, in spite of the need she had to finish this together, in spite of his cock buried in her body—
Laughter escaped between one breath and the next.
His eyes widened in the second she was watching him before she caught his face in her hands and pulled their mouths back together. Lips meshing as she tightened her legs, digging her heels into his ass. Squeezing her core around his shaft. Loving the sensation of fullness as he growled into her mouth and shifted position, pressing even deeper.
A half-dozen strokes followed, and another six after that. Each one deliberate, as if he were stroking a bow over the strings of a Stradivarius. Her body reacted, rising rapidly toward completion. Hovering for one second before teetering over the edge and flashing a bright, white ecstasy over her.
Their breaths mingled as he swore, capturing her lips a second later to swallow her moan. The fingers caressing her ass gentled as her sex grabbed his shaft in a final desperate pulse.
Time slipped past as they returned to their senses. The water was still hot as it cascaded over them, but a delicious sense of relaxation and satisfaction had replaced any worry.
And cold?
Vanquished seemingly forever.
Mandy slid her fingers into his hair and tugged lightly to get him to look at her. “So. We had visitors?”
Guilt and dismay arrived far too quickly, furling a line between his brows. “I’m a shitty bodyguard.”
She shook her head. “That’s not whatmybody is currently saying. It’s singing your praises pretty damn hard.”
A grin escaped before his expression turned serious again. “We had visitors.”
“But we’re safe? Here, in the apartment?”
He nodded, although he still looked embarrassed.
She raised a brow. “Then as far as I’m concerned, you were doing your job, although I certainly hope I wasn’t just a job to you.”
“Hell, no.” He spat out the words so fast she had to dip her head to hide her smile.
They untangled themselves, taking turns to slide under the water one last time to rinse. Justin found them towels, and they dried off in companionable silence.
Mandy caught him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, tugging him to the mattress and under the covers before he could protest.
“You said Cole and Caden would track ourvisitors, yes?”
He nodded slowly.
Mandy stretched her arms and let a yawn escape, smiling again as his gaze lingered on her naked breasts. She curled herself against him and pulled the covers up to their chins. “Then we let them track. I want a nap.”
“But I should—”
“—wanna nap withyou.”
Her decisive statement was enough to stop him in his tracks, and suddenly she was surrounded by a hot, naked bear-shifter of extraordinary size.
The sheets were silky soft, his arm under her head was rock solid, but the hand draped over her belly touched her skin with the most delicate of strokes as she let the fears and excitement of the day carry her off into slumber.
