Page 40 of Bewitchingly Hers
For now, I was content just to hold my mate, just like this.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
eryne
For the second time this week, I woke up wrapped in a pair of strong arms, nestled against the front of a firm, warm man. Only this time, I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to even breathe, in case I found out this was all just a dream.
Last night between us had been…incredible.I’d never felt so taken care of, like I was the sole focus of someone’s affections, as I did with Barrett. He’d put my pleasure first, even when I could tell he’d been in pain. Slowly turning around so I wouldn’t wake him, I took in his sleeping form, amber eyes covered by long, thick red eyelashes that should have been illegal. It was almost unfair how beautiful Barrett was.
Every inch of his body was toned and muscular, yet his skin was covered with thin white lines and scars that I could only guess came from his job as a huntsman. I wondered how many times he’d been hurt and alone, and the thought made my heart ache.
I barely knew him, and all of this should have scared me. But it didn’t.
Maybe it was just my witch intuition telling me that he wasgood.That I could trust this wolf who had found his way into my life by bizarre circumstance, and now seemed content not to leave. I wanted to trust him. Wanted to trust inthis.
Even if I knew it might leave me with heartbreak when he did, eventually, leave. Because at some point, he’d realize I wasn’t worth staying for. Didn’t everyone? It was why I’d kept my circle so small. Why I’d broken up with my last boyfriend before he could break up with me. I was just shielding my heart to keep it from hurting.
My hand reached out involuntarily, and I ran my thumb over his lips, so soft and perfect. I couldn’t get over how good of a kisser he was—how much I wanted him to do it again and again. I’d never really liked kissing anyone before. It had felt awkward—sometimes there was too much tongue, or teeth, or it was just wet, but with Barrett it was different.Intimate.
Like he was using his mouth to tell me all the things he couldn’t with words.
“Morning,” came his gravely morning voice as I traced my thumb over his cheekbones.
I hummed. “Good morning.”
He chuckled. “Indeed, it is.” Barrett wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to him till our lips met, so he could kiss me softly. I smiled into it, into the lazy exploration of each other’s bodies as he ran his hands down my sides. Even when I’d been in a relationship, I’d never experienced this level of closeness so easily.
Barrett squeezed my hip. “We should get up, or we’ll never make it out of this bed.” He spoke the words against my ear, lips pressing against the skin. A shiver ran down my spine.
He was right, even though I liked the sound of that, too.
I sat up, and let out a wince.Fuck, I was sore. It felt like I could still feel him everywhere. Last night, I’d been so wet and it had felt amazing to have him inside of me, but he really wasbig.
“Are you okay?” Barrett was instantly behind me, his warm hand resting on the small of my back.
“I’ll be fine,” I answered. Though I’d definitely be feeling him anywhere we went today. I laughed, because he’d probably like knowing that. “I just need to take some painkillers, and I’ll be right as rain.” I gave him a small smile. “It’s just been awhile for me since I… you know.”
He nodded. “Me too.” My chest warmed at the expression on his face. At the concern pinching the corners of his eyes, and how he was looking at me like he’d do anything to make sure I was okay. Barrett brushed my bangs back on my forehead, pressing another kiss there. “Want me to kiss it better?”
I blushed, the erotic image of him eating me out unfolding in my mind.Yes,I wanted that.
“Do you want to shower while I go make breakfast?” He stood up, brushing his hands through his dark auburn hair before finding a pair of boxers and pulling them on.
I pouted like a child who’d had her favorite toy taken away.
He saw the expression on my face and laughed. “Sugar, you’re in pain. As much as I’d love to have you screaming my name again, I’m not going to touch you while you’re hurting.”
I sighed. “I know.”
He rubbed my shoulders. “Shower. I’ll go make us food.”
Us.I liked the sound of that.
I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down till his lips met mine. “Thank you. For last night.”
“I should be the one thanking you, baby. You were…” He shook his head, squeezing my hip. “I should say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Being with you was incredible.”
I felt the same way. “So, neither one of us regrets it.” I kissed him again before untangling myself, walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
