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There’s no preventing my nostrils from flaring. Not while I’m picturing Natalie on her knees, lapping at my cock. It’s too big for her to take into her mouth, but the thought of her exploring every rigid inch, sliding the tip of her tongue over my skin, tasting the milky cum that leaks out…
“Would you mind if I grab a shower first?” Her question snaps me out of my desire-induced imaginings.
“Not at all.” A bit of solitary time to pull myself together would be good. “The guest bathroom is directly across the hall, and you’ll be the only one using it during your stay, so feel free to make yourself at home. There’s plenty of empty space in the cabinets if you want to settle in.”
“That’s incredibly generous, thank you.”
“My home is your home.” A statement truer than she’s aware, but I’ll let her think it’s spoken from a place of hospitality. For now. With a nod, I make my way out of her bedroom and head for the entryway, where I left her larger piece of luggage after bringing it in from the car.
While I’m reaching for the suitcase, my phone buzzes in my pocket. A quick check reveals two texts from the evening manager at The Brew. Not emergency issues, but questions I should respond to sooner rather than later, so I do.
Once work is out of the way, I collect Natalie’s bag and head to her bedroom.
The shower is running behind the closed bathroom door. The guest room door is open wide, so I enter and turn to the right, toward the closet. I set her suitcase beside the dresser, then pivot to leave—exactly as Natalie zips into the room, wearing nothing but a towel.
She shrieks, literally jumping on the spot, clutching the towel tight and causing it to rise higher up her legs—and it was already at the top of them.
“Sorry.” I point at the newly deposited luggage. “I heard the shower running and thought it was safe to drop off your large suitcase. I didn’t bring it in earlier because I didn’t want to risk waking you with any unnecessary noise.”
“Oh.” That’s it. That’s all she says while taking stock of me. Batting her eyelashes. Licking her lips.
Knowing I should keep my eyes on her face doesn’t mean I do. My gaze drops to the bottom edge of the white terry cloth where it’s skimming the apex of her thighs.
She hasn’t showered yet and gods help me, I can’t resist inhaling. I’m not even trying to hide that I’m breathing her in. The scent of her arousal hasn’t waned in the minutes since I left the room. She smells delicious, like the only thing I want to taste for the rest of my life.
Pretty sure my cock has never been harder than it is right now.
“Are you—are we—” The blush on her face deepens. Spreads downward, to the base of her neck, to the swell of cleavage above the towel. “Never mind me, I’m just mentally overloaded and imagining things.”
“You’re not imagining things.”
“How can you say that when you don’t know what I was referring to?” Her voice is so soft. Not in a shy way, just beautifully soft.
I grip the back of my neck with one hand, rubbing at the tension there. If I say too much, too soon, I could ruin everything. Maybe irreparably.
“I should get in the shower before I run out all the hot water without getting a drop on me,” she says, when I fail to answer her question. “I just came to grab my carry-on bag so I didn’t have to put my travel clothes back on.” She angles her chin down, then meets my eyes again. “Not sure how I’m going to carry it without losing my towel, though.”
My gaze follows hers to the small bag beside the bed. “I’ll get it for you. I’ll put it outside the bathroom door. You can pull it in after I’m safely out of this part of the house.”
“I’m not worried about my safety around you.” A laugh bubbles out of her lips and she shakes her head. “That’s ridiculous, right? We’ve talked on the phone a lot the past couple of days, and you’re not a complete stranger, but…” Again, her gaze travels over me. “You’re not human. And you’re massive. You have horns on your head and you could probably crush my skull in one of your huge hands. Yet, here I am, not only staying in your home, but standing in front of you, nearly naked. And I’m not even the tiniest bit afraid. What does that say about me?”
“Do you want an honest answer, or casual reassurance?” Best way to know what direction to go is to ask.
“Honest answer.”
“You might want to sit,” I say, gesturing at the bed.
“I’m visiting a magically protected town filled with monsters and I’m talking to a Minotaur, who I’m interested in, and not in a general curiosity way. At this point, I doubt there’s anything you can say that’s going to shock me.”
We’re about to find out. “The ease you feel around me is because you’re my mate.”
“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head, “what did you say?”
“In each Minotaur’s lifetime, they have one true, fated mate. You are mine. And while humans aren’t bound by the same forces, some do experience the mating bond with species different from their own.”
“And you think that’s what I’m feeling? You think we,” her index finger wags back and forth between us, “two people who’ve literally just met, are destined to be together?”
“Yes.”
