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“Yes,” I blurt out breathlessly. It’s not a particularly sexy speech, but I think we both need a distraction.
Paxton grins. “Yes?”
“Yes, I want to have sex.” My cheeks are on fire.
“Good to know.” His voice goes husky. “But that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”
“Oh,” I squeak out. That’s mortifying.
He lets go of my hand so he can grab me by the hips instead, dragging me against his chest. I’m pleased to find him already hardening for me. We’ve barely touched, and his body is as desperate for me as mine feels for him. I rub my thighs together as if it might satisfy the building ache while I wait for him to spit out what hewasgoing to ask.
“The one thing I need to know is…” He pauses to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can we please change the fucking furniture in this place?”
I tilt my head. “What?”
“The furniture. It’s not exactly our style, is it?” He grimaces, and I can’t blame him. The placeisin desperate need of a makeover. A thrill shoots through me knowing he plans to be here with me to give it one.
“You’re staying?” I ask quietly. The signs were all there, but I want to hear him say it.
“There’s nowhere else I would rather be, sweetheart. We’re in this together. I’ll always go where you go.” He slips one hand to the bottom of my spine and presses me more firmly against him. He looks completely calm while I feel like butterflies have exploded in my chest.
“Sounds like you’re planning to stalk me.” I offer him a teasing smile, reveling in the flash of possessiveness in his eyes.
“I would if I had to; it wouldn’t be the first time. How do you think I found you the first time?” There’s no humor in his voice. There wouldn’t be. He really did find me by a photo and track me down like a stalker.
Speaking of which, I still need to get to the bottom of that photo.
But before I can get lost in my own head thinking about that, Paxton kisses me again, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste me, with the promise that we’re only getting started.
Later. I’ll get to the bottom of the photo later.
Our mouths stay fused together as Paxton backs into the house, pulling me along with him. At the last minute, I think to reach behind me for the door handle, accidentally slamming it closed behind us.
Paxton leads me through the entryway and halfway down the hall before he grows impatient and cups my ass. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I gasp sharply. “Your back.” I try to pull my legs away, but his forearms keep me in place.
“I promise you I don’t give one fuck about my back right now. Nothing is going to stop me from having you,” he growls out.
His words send a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I know I should still be careful, but he sounds so sincere about not caring about his back that I know it must already be healing. There’s no way he could overlook the pain if it was still as bad as this morning.
I don’t realize we’re in the bedroom until I’m free-falling through air, our connection severed as he tosses me down onto the bed. I bounce with the bed springs, my mouth and eyes widening with shock.
“I didn’t get to fuck you properly the first time, Tasha,” he growls.
He didn’t consider that a proper fucking the first time? Oh, really?My wolf leaps to attention, preening under his attention and the promise of more.How did you ever consider sending this man away?
It’s true that it’s hard to imagine not wanting Paxton as he stands at the end of the bed and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand. He’s so unique. His muscles look like they’re sculpted from stone, and all the dark ink that covers his arms and torso creates a roadmap to places on his body I’m desperate to touch.
There’s no denying that Paxton looks like a god among shifters. If he were human, he would probably be modeling for the front covers of romance novels. If he hadn’t scared me the first time we met, I might have been more receptive to having him around. Maybe.
None of that matters now. We’re here, I’ve marked him, and of all the things I have to fight right now—my mate will no longer be one of them.
Paxton sheds the drawstring shorts he’s wearing, pulling them off carefully around the bandage wrapped around his calf. My eyes catch on the edge of the bandage, and a pang of guilt turns my stomach at the thought of causing him more pain. I fight the urge to push him away as my eyes flit up his body, stopping at the sight of his engorged cock jutting straight out from his body.
He clears his throat, making me blush when I realize I’m just staring at his cock. I force my eyes up, dragging my gaze slowly over his chest before I reach his face. A smirk plays on his lips.
“Feel free to look your fill, sweetheart. You marked me, so all of this belongs to you.” His smirk grows as he gestures toward himself on full display.
