Page 26 of Shielded By My Mate

“I can help,” I offer again, needing the distraction.

He waves me off. “You should rest your ankle.”

“The doctor cleared me yesterday,” I remind him.

“For light activity only,” he reminds me.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Standing is light activity?”

“I just… want to take care of you,” he admits.

I melt at his words. “You have been. Maybe I should be taking care of you now.”

My words come out low and husky. Ansel stiffens, and his eyes darken. Is he having as hard a time as I am right now?

“Angel,” he rasps, breathing harder as I lean over the kitchen counter. His hands clench into fists at his sides like he’s trying to hold himself back.

“Can you feel it too?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

“What does it feel like to you?” I ask.

“Pure desire. All I can think about is biting you and fucking you.”

“Me too,” I admit. “Could you lift me and fuck me against that wall?”

“Mira,” he warns, his voice pained.

“Is that a no?”

His gaze rakes over me. “Yes. I could.”

“Could you bend me over this counter?”

His eyes glow amber. “Yes.”

“How do you imagine it? Taking me?” I ask, suddenly realizing that I’m basically crawling over the kitchen island to get closer to him.

“Every way. Every single way. I’ve fucked you in my head in a hundred different positions since I woke up this morning.”

“Do it in real life,” I urge.

His whole body vibrates with need. “Not yet. Soon, Angel. Very soon.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I pant.

He grits his teeth. “Please, Angel.”

I groan, flopping back in my chair. “I can’t sit here and watch you. It’s too much.”

“Why don’t you take a nap? Or watch TV?” he suggests.

“I’d like to take a bath.”

“Of course.”

He approaches me with a determined expression, a muscle popping in his jaw as he reaches for me. I let him carry me upstairs, unable to resist the urge to trail kisses up his neck.