Page 49 of His True Mate
No, but it sure as hell was about to be.
I picked up the remote and hit the power button knowing it was already preprogrammed to my favorite station.
Winnie looked away as the TV sprang to life.
“Wait, is that the Hallmark Channel?”
“So what if it is? I love all the mystery shows. I watch them every night.”
A grin slowly broke out across her face. “My big, growly, demanding, pig-headed, sexy as hell mate really is a closet romantic.”
I smirked, not even bothering to deny it.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“I think you know you’re sexy.”
The blush of her cheeks spread across her body and down her chest.
“What exactly are you thinking of, sweetheart?”
She shook her head making her curls bounce along the tops of her breasts.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m too afraid of distracting you from your show,” she teased with a giggle.
She yelped as I leapt from the chair and stalked towards her as she backed away until I had her pinned against the wall.
My large body framed her small one exactly the way I liked.
I couldn’t help but remember my office. I’d almost taken her fully right against my door. Watching her come apart in my arms and seeing her so vulnerable was a moment I would treasure forever, but I still wanted more.
“Tell me,” I demanded again.
She stared up into my eyes. I didn’t think she’d tell me out of sheer stubbornness, but when she did, nothing could have prepared me for the surge of desperate need that filled me.
“I want you, Clay. I need to feel you inside me, and I want to ride you like I would a bucking bronco.”
Holy shit. This woman. My woman.
I growled as I leaned in to kiss her.
Her soft curves pressed against the hard planes of my body was causing massive overload on my nervous system. My cock jumped with the anticipation of sinking into her heat.
Unlike earlier I didn’t kiss her long, memorizing every blessed inch of her mouth, instead I trailed kisses down the column of her neck and beyond to feast on her luscious tits.
Needy whimpers from my mate spurred me on as I let one hand brush down her skin to test her core. Finding her hot, wet, and ready for me, I plunged into her with little warning.
She gasped and held her breath. I hit a sheath and pushed on.
Winnie cried out with a moment of pain.
I stared at her in shock. “You’re a virgin?”
“Not anymore,” she said softly.
I stumbled backwards across the room until the back of my legs hit the couch and I sat down hard.
