“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?” I said. “I doubt she’ll tell ahead of time, even if we beg.”
“She’s a little slippery, that one.” Marcy walked to the door. “We’ll have to keep a close eye on her. I don’t intend to wake up with ghouls eating me as a midnight snack. I’m outta here. I hear splashing.”
The door burst open minutes after Marcy left. My mate walked in looking fierce and sopping wet. He shook his hair out and ripped off his T-shirt while he paced toward me.
I met him halfway.
My mouth covered his before he could verbalize what seeing me out cold had done to him. I’d been incapacitated too many times, and instead of talking about it, I was going to show him I was okay the best way I knew how.
The electricity of our connection was immediate.
His hands clutched me from behind, pulling me roughly toward him so all our parts were touching. His lips were hot and firm, and a loud rumble issued out of his chest as his tongue lashed over mine again and again.
I angled my head to take him more fully and ran my hands up and down his torso, sliding over the wetness still clinging to him, then gripping his shoulders just as fiercely as he was holding on to me.
With a snarl he picked me up, our mouths still melded together, and stalked toward the only bedroom in the tiny guesthouse.
Once we were through, he kicked the door shut. It slammed so hard, it cracked.
In front of the bed, he broke our kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck and along the column of my throat. He nipped and licked me until I couldn’t take it any longer. Moaning, I rubbed myself up against him. I was too filled with need to do much more. This coupling was going to be what it had to be.
Hard and thorough.
Only after we’d had each other would we calm down and talk rationally. My mate was wound past the point of snapping, and I was right there with him. I needed his touch. My body craved it like no other. It had been long enough.
I squirmed in his arms and he growled, laying me roughly on the bed, neither of us speaking. He stepped back, yanking off his jeans, almost ripping them in his haste, his gaze locked on my mine.
I stripped off my own clothes as he moved forward. He was glorious. His power jumped out ahead of him, stinging me with its delicious currents. Once I was naked, he covered me, entering me in one hot rush.
I arched up, taking him, welcoming it, my hands fisted in his hair as I dragged his body closer. As he began a frantic rhythm, I tossed my head back, luxuriating in his fullness and the sensations of our coupling. He roared as I gripped his backside, urging him faster. His hand slid under my neck, angling me up, his mouth slanting over mine, his tongue plunging deeply, ravaging my mouth. I returned his kisses, slash for slash, rocking my pelvis in tandem with his thrusts.
Breaking the kiss, his lips seared my neck as he inched down my chest. “Jessica”—his voice was full of anguish coupled with pleasure—“I can’t… I need—”
“Shhh,” I said, guiding him back to me, kissing his face, running my tongue along his beautiful stubble. “It’s okay.”
Slowing the pace, he rose on his forearms, gazing down on me. I reached up and stroked his face, murmuring loving words to him, wanting to soothe him and comfort him. My toes curled as the pleasure mounted with each thrust.
Without needing to be asked, he increased his rhythm, not breaking his gaze. “I cannot lose you.” He rocked into me hard, hitting my core. “Ever.”
“You won’t… I promise.” My voice broke on a moan.
“Come for me.” He angled himself forward, his forearms bracketing my body, his thrusts coming fast. My hands fisted in the covers as I gave in to my pleasure, crying out his name.
Before I could recover, he roared his release, his thrusts triggering blissful aftershocks. “Rourke.” I rolled my hips up, savoring the feelings. “You are… an amazing lover.”
He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard. After a moment he gathered me in his arms and rolled to the side. We lay locked together like that, legs intertwined, under the covers for a long time, neither of us saying a word. His hands continually ran over my body as I burrowed as close to him as I could get.
We would talk when we were ready, but for now, all we needed was physical contact and nothing else.
“Jessica,” Rourke whispered.
“What is it?” I rose immediately on my elbow, blinking. “What’s wrong? Was I asleep?” I glanced around the room. It was pitch black. “What time is it?”
“Relax, it’s only ten.”