got an IUD. So—” she moved her hips against him again. “Fuck me, Rush.”
He swallowed hard, willing himself to slow down time so he could remember every single second that passed between them. Rush slowly eased the head of his erection into her waiting sheath. He pushed in slowly, the feel of her bare walls against him too much for him to handle. He paused, hissing out a breath. “You feel way too good. Shit, I’m going to come way too soon.”
Chantal clenched her pussy, a hazy smile on her lips. “Give it to me. I want to know—” she stopped, blushing deeper.
He pushed her hair back, still only half inside her. “What do you want to know, love? Anything. I’ll give you anything you need of me.”
“I want to know what it feels like to feel you — coming inside me.”
“Fuck.” His cock could have jumped for joy when he heard her say that. “You can’t say that when I’m trying to keep my cool, Chantal. I’ll embarrass myself.”
She gripped his shoulders tightly. “I want to feel it.”
He inhaled slowly, easing inside of her inch by inch. He shook above her as their gazes met. He couldn’t move, too caught up in the moment, memorizing the freckle by her left eye, the ones across her chest, the way her breath hitched.
“Rush,” she panted, her fingers digging into his back.
He shifted his hips, moving slowly in and out of her. He heard her breath catch. He heard her heart stop and kick back up again. They were one, joined, and it felt like heaven. Rush set a rhythm that was slow, drawing out the moment of perfection. Below him, Chantal met his thrusts, kissing him with abandon.
There was nothing between them.
No masks or fake names.
There was only them.
Rush felt his balls tighten, knowing he would soon go over the edge. He had to temper his wolf to be sure the animal wouldn’t go crazy and bite Chantal before he had a chance to tell her just who she was for him. What they would be to each other.
“Come for me, Chantal,” he rasped in her ear, his hand going to where they were connected. His digits found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She was close also. Her pussy gripped him like a vise while her breathing became more and more erratic.
“That’s it, love, come for me.”
Chantal gasped once before crying out, her nails digging into his skin, her walls milking him dry as he found his own release. He emptied himself inside her, thrust after thrust, groaning her name. He laid his forehead against her shoulder, letting his breathing settle. He kissed the heated skin of her neck.
After a few moments of basking in their great sex interlude, Rush eased back and went to the bathroom for a towel. He cleaned himself off and offered Chantal a washcloth of her own, but she dropped it. She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. “No, no, no.”
Rush sat up, rubbing circles along her lower back. “I’m sorry, Chantal, but you’re scaring me. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He had become quite animated toward the end. He was sure she had liked it as much as he had, but her repeated no made him panic. The very last thing he wanted to do was hurt his mate. Even if she didn’t know she was his mate.
“I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” Chantal flipped the quilt from the couch onto them, effectively hiding their nudity. Rush wasn’t a fan of it. Chacha might be a designer who was all about clothes, but he was starting to believe that his mate should never wear anything. Not around him, anyway. She was much too alluring to be covered. He wanted to feast on her curves all day long.
“So why the panic?”
Chantal finally met his eyes. “We keep falling into bed. That’s not like me. I can’t do this.”
Rush swallowed hard. It was a sobering conversation for a man who really thought he was giving Chantal the best performance he could. “What are you saying?” he ventured, hoping she wasn’t actually ending things. Not yet. Not ever. They were mates.
“Well, I want to get to know you, but that is impossible when every time we see each other, we fall into bed.”
“And that’s bad?” he asked, genuinely confused.
She nodded. “Yes. But, no. I just… I’ve never been one for meaningless sex or whatever. Contrary to