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Clara swallowed the beat of her heart and managed to conjure words. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking off my clothes.”
With rough movements, he undid his belt and then the button of his jeans. He never took his eyes off her as he shoved his pants down and stepped out of them. Before she could look away, he’d yanked his boxers down, adding them to the pile.
He stood there, his eyes lasered on her, his fully erect cock jutting proudly in front of him like it was the bow of Good Ship Eagan. Like the needle on a compass and she was true north. It was huge. Andhard.
God.
She looked away.
“What’s wrong, Clara? This?”
She looked back to find him gripping his erection in a tight fist. He ever so slowly, thrust his hips into it. Once, twice, three times.
“It’s just functional, you know. It’s basically just a sperm hose for making babies.” His voice was low and rough, his words sarcastic but his tone not. It was the sound of a man tangled in need, throwing her words back at her in an effort to prove a point.
She knew that. Of course. But her eyes were riveted as he continued to thrust into his own hand.
“I… I… never said there was no use for sex as pleasure,” she muttered, crossing her arms but unable to look away.
“Didn’t you? You said our bodies were less sexual and more functional. I tend to disagree.”
Okay, she could admit she’d been purposely obtuse earlier. But with the way he was throwing around the word mate, she figured she should remind him of the basics.
He sighed heavily, his mouth hanging open, his face growing red from the pleasure he was obviously feeling. “This feels pretty damn sexual to me.”
It did to her too. Watching him was turning her on big time, and it had nothing to do with functional. Desire whipped down her spine, settling in between her legs and tingling until she squirmed.
“Okay, stop already,” she blurted.
His hand paused at the head of his erection, and the corner of his lip curved up in a rueful smirk.
“What’s the matter, little woman? You need some time?”
Some time. Like he’d needed after she’d undressed.
She met his lust-filled gaze and nodded.
“Good. Because I need a shower.” He strolled toward the bathroom, giving her a stellar view of his ass. Twin globes of perfection, with a slight indention in each side.Hot.
Clara blew out a breath and fanned her face.
His body was plenty functional. Its function was to make her sweat. And pant. And lust.
“Oh,” he added, just before he closed the bathroom door. “I’m going to masturbate now. Thought you should know.”
Her jaw hung open and she didn’t even try to contain it. The door clicked shut and she threw her head back on the pillow.
How would she ever sleep now? With that vision of Eagan pumping his erection every time she closed her eyes. After six years, she’d thought she was over sex based on lust. Sex based on purpose had a point and fit into her neat little survival criteria. But what she’d just experienced with Eagan—what little she’d just experienced—left her feeling truly wild. Like even the woods didn’t make her feel.
What was happening to her?
She should be focusing on escaping. Now was her perfect chance while he was distracted in the shower. But something told her he’d be on her trail faster than she could say whoa. And besides, in here, with Eagan, she felt safe. Beyond that door somewhere was a very angry werecat named Magic.
No, she’d stay right here, in her cook’s bed. It really wasn’t such a bad place after all. It smelled like him and was warm. And it made him say dirty things that revved her up.
She wasn’t so sure about this mating thing, but sticking close to Eagan—even if it meant getting a little less functional—was something she was on board with. Plus, he challenged her. Made her bolder, even if she was trying to use it as a wall between them. He made herthink. Maybe that would prove to be devastating. Maybe it wouldn’t. But she was ready for that much of a change at least.
