Page 58 of The Dawning
Before I could track his movements, he had me on my feet. “Hands against the wall, ass in the air.”
Grasping my hips, he eased his cock into my wet channel then stilled. “I’ll go slow.”
I wanted to protest, but I didn’t want another trip to the ER.
He rolled his hips, slow and sure, moaning, then growling loudly when I squeezed around his cock. “Fuck.” His breaths came in short bursts as he picked up the pace. “Are you okay, baby doll?”
“Shut up and fuck me, vampire.”
He chuckled and kept up a steady rhythm—not too fast and definitely not rough. I hated that we had to be cautious. The best thing about sex with Sam was letting our inhibitions go. No worries. No craziness. Just him and me and the feelings we shared.
His hands tightened on my hips, and on his last thrust, he roared his release. We didn’t move for a beat until he said, “Okay, now it’s time to wash your hair.”
I full-on laughed as I straightened. “You’re weird. The water is probably cold.”
He dipped under the shower. “Nah, it’s perfect. Come here.” He grabbed the shampoo from a built-in ledge on the wall.
I rolled my eyes but joined him. Who was I to turn down a head massage?
After he squirted shampoo into his hand and started washing my hair, he said, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Layla.”
Spewing noises of pleasure, I said, “Fate got it right, throwing us together. I love you more than words can say, vampire.” I anchored my hands on his waist. “We fit perfectly together.”
His expert fingers worked magic against my scalp, eliciting soft moans and a blanket of goose bumps. “I want you to know that you and I are joined at the hip until our babies come. I will do everything in my power to make fucking sure nothing happens to you.”
Glancing up, I blinked at him. “But… if something does happen—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Shh. You and I will live a long, wonderful life together, raising our kids, teaching them the value of family, and showing them what love is all about.”
“You know I’ll grow old, and you won’t. How do you feel about that?” My stomach pitched and dropped at the thought of me with gray hair and Sam never aging. “My boobs will sag. I might not have an ass anymore, and I’ll have wrinkles.”
“But you’ll still be beautiful, Layla. I don’t care if you walk with a cane. You’ll always be mine.”
My mouth gaped. “Who are you, Sam Mason?”
He traced a heart on my chest above my left breast. “I’m the man who’s hopelessly in love with you.”
I couldn’t contain my laugh or the tears. “You are my home, vampire. Mind, body, and soul.”
He pulled me to him, crashing his mouth to mine. As we stood under the shower that was starting to turn cool, my throat began to burn.
I pulled away. As if he knew what I wanted, his fangs flashed before he bit into his wrist. “I’m sorry I didn’t offer earlier.”
I giggled as I suctioned my lips to his skin and drank long and deep. Now everything was right in our world.
24
LAYLA
Isnuggled into the pillow, inhaling Sam’s woodsy scent, reveling in the king-sized bed, the soft sheets beneath my skin, and the feeling of home. This was a million times better than the tree boughs with prickly sticks poking my ass. Or smelling the dirt and musky-sweet aroma of dead leaves.
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I turned over to find Sam’s spot empty. Actually, it didn’t look like he’d slept next to me at all. I wracked my brain, clearing the cobwebs. After our amazing rendezvous in the shower, Sam had gone to the infirmary to meet with Peter. He’d been working on a way to remove the chip from Sam’s head without surgery, and he thought he’d had a breakthrough.
Considering I was still feeling the effects of my time in the mountains, my pregnancy and my body’s changes, and the stress of everything that happened, I’d curled up to take a nap.
“Sam,” I said as I lifted my head, scanning his room. We had yet to claim the master bedroom. It needed some touch-ups on the walls and other small upgrades first.
The metal door was ajar, daylight spilled in from the window next to the nightstand, and the alarm clock blinked 11:00 a.m.Holy hell.I’d slept for nineteen hours. Had I missed Jordyn? She was supposed to arrive around nine last night—if I hadn’t lost more than one day.
