Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,78

hand—”

The words don’t make it out of my throat before he grabs me by the back of my neck and then kisses me fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I take him in hand, squeezing lightly, and that’s all he needs. A moment later he’s coming, his body shuddering against mine, covering my hand with his seed.

He seems to come forever, in spurt after endless spurt, until he shudders and groans low, pressing his forehead to mine. I give him little tiny pecks and help him ease back onto the furs, trying my best not to smile. Not only was that sexy as hell but it was surprisingly sweet. It’s like once I told him it was okay to come, he just let loose. I love that.

God, I really am bossy.

J’shel groans again, this time the sound less pained, and he drags me down against him and kisses my neck, over and over again. “My mate. My perfect mate,” he says between kisses.

“Feel better?” I ask, and then detangle myself from his grip when he nods. “I need to wash up.” I mean, sure, I’m having fun, but I’m not sure how much fun it’ll be to just sit around with a handful of baby batter.

He laughs, the sound exhausted but pleased, and then hands me a waterskin. We spend the next few moments cleaning up, and then when I’ve scrubbed both hand and pussy, I lie back on the furs again, naked. The show’s amazing, though—I stare at J’shel as he cleans his cock off with some water, stroking his length in a way that makes my mouth go dry. He’s so incredibly gorgeous. From here, my viewpoint is the tightest butt I’ve ever seen, a tail that’s swishing back and forth with contentment, and a waterfall of black hair that ripples all the way to his lower back. I watch as he finishes cleaning himself off, then shakes the waterskin, frowning at the amount left in there.

“There’s another full one over here,” I tell him, pointing at our supplies. “We’re okay for now.”

A moment passes, and J’shel hesitates, staring down at the skin. “Perhaps I should fill this with snow—”

“So you can go outside and check if Big Bird is still out there? No, J’shel. Come back.” I pat the blankets. “You need to relax.”

He sighs heavily and nods. “You know me well.”

“I do, don’t I?” Man, I sound smug even to my own ears. Don’t care. I’m feeling too good. “Come back to bed and we’ll have some more fun.”

I do my best to try and look enticing as he glances back at me. As he approaches, I notice that my cootie’s still humming as loud as ever, but the sound is almost…angry. Like it’s on overdrive. “I think we made our cooties mad. All that sex and no sperm in the right place.”

“We will satisfy them soon,” J’shel says, all confidence as he lies down next to me again.

Is this more of him being the boss in bed? If so…I am not complaining. The time for protesting this cootie thing is past. Right now I’m not mad that I resonated to J’shel. I’m so thankful that my cootie made him notice me, because otherwise we might have taken a hell of a lot longer to get together.

That seems like time wasted, and we’ve already wasted so much time.

17

HANNAH

The moment he lies down, he reaches for me, and I slide my arms around his neck. He’s a freaking Adonis, this guy, and I love the feel of all that muscle pressing against me. I moan when he takes my mouth in another hungry kiss. “Don’t you need more time to recover?” I ask as he hitches me up against him and pushes me up until my breasts are at his mouth.

“No,” he says simply and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing it.

Oh damn, I don’t think I do either. I fight back a whimper, clinging to his horns as he teases my nipple back and forth against the tip of his tongue. “Should we talk about Big Bird outside?” I ask, even as I hold him closer to my breasts.

“No,” he says again, nuzzling the valley of my breasts. The light fuzz on his chin teases at my skin and then he moves over to my other breast, giving it equal attention. After a moment, he looks up at me, his eyes hot and needy. “I just worry.”

It takes me a few to focus and