Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,79
realize what he’s saying. Okay, so I guess we are talking about the bird outside after all. “It’s normal to worry, but we’ll stay in here until he goes, okay? I promise not to get hardheaded and try to go outside. Even I’m not that dumb.”
He shakes his head, gazing up at me. “I worry that now that I have everything I ever wanted, it will be taken from me.” J’shel runs a finger down my neck to my breasts. “Like it was taken from you.”
My heart squeezes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad I never got to see Hollywood make a movie out of my book, but I was wrong when I thought that it was everything I ever wanted. I think I’d have still been looking for something even if I’d stayed on Earth.”
“What?”
“You,” I tell him, and I can feel myself blushing. “It sounds corny, I know, but I feel complete now that I’m with you. Like I’ve found my person. My safe space. The missing piece of my puzzle. And that’s worth more than a dozen bestselling books or movie deals.” I cup his face in my hands and then pull him close for a smacking kiss. “I just wish our happy ever after didn’t come with a big killer bird.”
J’shel shakes his head, gazing up at me. “He will not take anything from us. I promise you that.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He pulls me down into his arms, one set of hands grabbing my ass and dragging me down against the hard length of his cock. “Do you still feel too sensitive, H’nah? Because I am already hard and aching for you.”
My eyes widen. I can tell—it’s like he just dragged me against a tree branch—one with lots of ridges—and I have to bite back a moan of pure need. My cootie sings even louder in my chest, so hard that it’s making my nipples sensitive from the vibrations. If I was feeling sated before, that feeling has definitely gone away, and now I’m all hungry and needy once more. “That was fast. You don’t take long at all to recover.”
“I am hungry for my soft, beautiful mate,” he says, rocking my hips against his length once more. “It is that simple and that hard.”
I shiver, because god yes, it is indeed quite hard. I put my hands on his shoulders and circle my hips to add to the friction. “Then let’s go for it, hot stuff.”
I wait for him to take me against him, to get all rough and sexy and hungry with me, but he pauses and I open my eyes to study him.
“I have never mated before this night, H’nah. You know this?”
“I figured.” I pause, hating to admit my own past because it doesn’t match his. “I’m not new to this sort of thing, though. Does that bother you?”
“Did you leave a mate back on your planet?” When I shake my head, he looks visibly relieved. “Do you plan on taking another mate after you are done with me?”
I stare at him in surprise. I’m…kinda offended he would ask such a thing. But he gazes up at me, and because I know him—because he’s the other piece of my puzzle—I get what he’s thinking. Didn’t I run like a chickenshit every time he looked at me? Didn’t I go around telling everyone that I didn’t want him? Didn’t Brooke encourage me to talk with him about splitting up after we fulfilled resonance because we’re all rewriting the rules of this place? Maybe he’s heard those same things.
Then again, the track record for resonances in camp hasn’t been great. Sure, Lauren’s happy with K’thar, but then there’s Marisol and T’chai, who had their resonance turned off. There’s Callie, who looks at M’tok with loathing. And there’s Bridget, who slept with A’tam and then ghosted him. Or tried to, except it’s hard to ghost someone in a small camp like ours.
Does he think I’m going to change my mind?
I guess I have to show him that I’m not. “I’m not Callie,” I tell him, rocking my hips back and forth on the hard bar of his cock. It feels so delicious. “I’m not Marisol. You’re mine and I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else.”
He still looks uncertain. “What if I am like A’tam…where I do not please you in the furs and you decide you want a new mate?”
Is that what he thinks will happen? No wonder he’s uneasy. No wonder he’s confessing