will turn you over and do your back.” He licks me again and my legs clench in response. “For now, I like your taste here.”
Oh my god, he’s going to kill me. He’s not stopping anytime soon.
I grab his horns again, and when that doesn’t stop him, I whimper and grab a fistful of his hair, trying to drag his face away. “Too sensitive,” I pant. “Wait. Please. I need to catch my breath.”
He kisses the inside of my thigh again and looks up, then frowns at my expression. “You…you truly wish for me to stop?”
“It’s too much,” I say again, and I’m so worked up that I almost feel like crying. I’m not upset, I just need that intense release and if he doesn’t stop, I’m pretty sure I’m going to burst into tears. “I can’t. Not yet. I really need a break. Please.”
J’shel moves up over me and I bite back a sigh of relief when he comes and lies down beside me. Finally, I’m going to get the break I need for my poor oversensitive flesh. He brushes the hair away from my face and I move into his arms, wanting cuddling. He tucks me against him, stroking his hands all over my now-naked body and it’s a delicious feeling.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Apologies,” he murmurs. “I did not realize you truly needed to pause. I thought it was just…play.”
“Most of the time when I say no in bed it’ll be play,” I admit, rubbing my nose lightly against his because I’m feeling really snuggly at the moment. And sated. So damn sated. “But after two quick, hard orgasms? I need a moment. If everything gets too sensitive, it’s not fun anymore.”
“I understand.” He presses more kisses to my face, his lips gentle on my brow and then my cheek. “I will make you come slower next time.”
I chuckle. “That wasn’t quite what I meant but no complaints on this end.” I close my eyes, loving the feel of his mouth as it lightly moves over my face. His hands stroke down my back and when he gets to my ass, he clenches it tight, so tight that it reminds me that only one of us came, and that one person came twice. “You’re still aching though, aren’t you?”
“I can be patient,” he tells me, but there’s a note of strain in his voice, as if me just bringing it up is pushing him close to the edge.
He’s been patient for so long already. I’ve been the indecisive one, the one running away from everything. I smile, glancing up at him. “Remember that first night your people came to the beach?”
“I remember,” he says, his eyes soft as he gazes at me. “We were cold and wet and tired. We were in shock from losing the island, and my ears rang with the explosion of it. My heart was sick and as we stepped onto the shore, it was so cold I felt it was a mistake. That we had come from one bad place to another. But then I heard singing.”
I inwardly grimace. I’ve been to a few of the sing-alongs and these aliens are not known for their ability to hold a note. Enthusiasm, yes. Talent, no.
“We went toward your fire and there were so many unfamiliar faces. So many human faces like L’ren, and I thought all the males here were of Tall Horn or even the Outcast clan. They did not look like me, and that worried me. But K’thar was happy because he had brought his L’ren back to her people, and he said all would be well.”
I stroke my hand over his rock-hard stomach. “And you didn’t believe him?”
“I was cold, tired, and hungry. My home had been destroyed. I did not think anything would be well ever again. And then…I saw you. My khui came to life in my chest and I knew that I was here because I was meant to be your mate.” He strokes my hair. “You were the most beautiful female I had ever seen—strange to look upon, but I liked your differences.”
Damn, but J’shel knows how to make me feel flattered. “And I ran away,” I muse. “Because I’m a stubborn ass.”
“Because you were not ready,” he corrects. “And just like then, I was content to wait.”
He’s too good, this man. I gently push on his shoulder, indicating he should roll onto his back. “I know you’re ready to wait,” I tell