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Hutch nodded. “True enough, but on the battlefield, it doesn’t matter who started the fight; it only matters who comes out on top. Just ask Richard III—he made the first charge at Bosworth Field, but it was Henry Tudor who triumphed to become Henry VII.”
“Nice historical context. Do you know I majored in art history and the history of the War of the Roses?”
“I majored in history and political science, specializing in strategic warfare and intelligence.”
They finished their drinks and Hutch led Nora back to the bakery and up the stairs to the apartment.
“It’s a work in progress. I was putting money back into the bakery itself and I want an inside set of stairs.”
He wondered now what he had to offer a woman who could afford a home in Beacon Hill.
She nodded. “That makes sense. I can see that you’d want to focus on making Northern Lights a success, and I’d put in an inside staircase, as well. Why would you want to go outside when it’s freezing? Cloudies are much more suited to warm weather.”
Hutch moved to the fireplace and lit the fire he had laid before leaving this morning. He was a creature of habit, and even though he had a complete HVAC system, he liked to use the wood-burning fireplace as much as possible.
He didn’t want to pressure her, but he knew how much he desperately wanted Nora Blake to be sharing his bed. This fated mate thing had smacked both of them in the face. He should take his time, let her get used to the idea, let her understand her past did not define her. She needed to understand she would be accepted in Mystic River. He turned to tell her all of that and his voice caught in his throat.
Without a word from him or a sound from her, Nora had managed to render herself completely naked. Clothed only in the light of the fire, she stood before him.
“You don’t have to do that. My protection is not contingent on my making love to you,” he managed to say without sounding like a complete idiot.
Nora shrugged. “Maybe not, but my getting another orgasm or two does.”
The movement she made had caused her breasts to move ever so slightly. Their dusky areolas with their pebbled tips called to him and made it difficult to keep from drooling. They were gorgeous, as was the rest of her body. Her torso narrowed to a curved waist which flowed back out to generous hips a man could hold onto to keep her steady while he took his pleasure from her, ensuring she got her own, as well.
He scented the air and grinned. He could smell the wood fire burning, but more than that, he could smell her growing arousal.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“You don’t get out much, do you?” she teased.
“We’re going to have to work on your pillow talk. When your mate tells you you’re beautiful, you say thank you. There’s nothing about you I would change.”
“Not even my past?” she asked, the haunted look returning.
“Not even that. It made you who you are. It doesn’t frighten me in the least and does nothing to take away from your gorgeous breasts, waist, hips, and pussy.”
“You haven’t seen my pussy,” she teased.
“No, but I can tell even from here it’s soft, wet, ripe, and welcoming. But more important than all of that, my fated mate is intelligent, courageous, tough, and dangerous. All in all, she’s the most gorgeous, sexy thing walking this earth.”
“You have no idea how much I want to believe you.”
“I know it’s a leap of faith, Nora, but take it. Believe.”
She did the one thing he needed her to do—she held out her hand in invitation. Hutch kicked off his clothes before taking it and letting her draw him to her. He lowered his head, capturing her velvety-soft lips, letting his tongue probe for an opening, and once found, diving in, deepening the kiss. She clung to him as he wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand draping down to cover one of the cheeks of her ass. The other tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he dragged his tongue along her lower lip as she trembled in his arms.
He allowed his one hand to roam her body—her spine, her shoulder blades, the small of her back and that perfect ass. Her body was toned and well-muscled, but she had dangerous curves in all the right places, and she moaned in need, supplication, and acknowledgement of their destiny. He trailed his mouth down to her jaw and then to her neck.
Bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, he strummed her nipples with his thumbs before sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to his bed. He laid her down and then crawled up onto the bed, spreading her thighs by kneeling between them before making a space for himself, lifting each of her legs over his shoulders on either side of his head. Lowering his mouth, he covered her sex and began to feast on her. She tasted like wild honey, vanilla, and just a hint of lavender.
God, she tasted sweet, and it didn’t take much to make her shiver in response. She was close, but so was he, and he had no intention of coming the first time anywhere other than buried deep in her pussy. Her hands gripped the bedclothes before coming up to tangle in his hair. He used his tongue on her clit as he eased a finger inside her, fucking her with it in rhythm to his tongue. Curling his finger up inside her, she cried out as her entire body stiffened and she climaxed. That was the second time he’d made her come. This time they would come together.
Looking down at her, he said, “I’m clean, and we’re mates…”
She chuckled. “And I have an implant and a clean bill of health.”
He covered her with his body, pausing his cock just at her entrance before he began to slowly and steadily push himself inside her inch-by-inch. Her pussy clamped down and spasmed all along his length. She took his breath away, but not his focus on her. He pulled back and thrust in again. Over and over, he retreated before surging forward. She was tight, but her pussy welcomed him as if they had made love a hundred times.
