Chapter 262 Chapter 262
Tugging her hand, he pulled her closer. Lifting their clasped hands, he kissed the back of hers. “You don’t have to do it all at once, there’s a lot of time.”
Who would have thought having her hand kissed would make her insides turn to mush? She cleared her throat, “just don’t let me do anything stupid around others.”
“Promise.” He winked at her.
Her cat was working hard to convey something inside her and she couldn’t figure out what. Glaring at the ground in front of them for a few steps, she mentally conveyed to the animal to back it down a bit, so she didn’t have to concentrate so hard just to talk. “I guess necks are an important feature to our kind.” She blurted out, then stared straight ahead, trying to figure out how she’d wanted to say it. She was afraid to see what his expression was after that.
“I’ve never thought of it that way,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “But, yeah, they are very important.”
“That figures,” she snorted, “that I’m broken when it comes to my neck.” She was messing this up so bad, that there was probably no way to save it.
Jesse stopped and stepped in front of her. “You are not broken. Everyone, shifter or not has some part of them they don’t like touched.” He moved his head in any direction she tried to look, so there was no way to avoid eye contact.
“Everyone?” She asked, there was no hiding the doubt in her tone, it was drenched with it.
“Yeah,” his expression lightened, “everyone.” With a simple shrug, he nodded, “I don’t like—”
Her cat snarled inside her. “Wait.” She put her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it if it has to do with your being with a woman.” She frowned, “My cat just got all rage-y inside me.”
Taking her hand away, he kissed it then grinned, “relax, tell her to take it down a notch. I was going to say I hate my sides being touched because I’m so ticklish.” He gave her a wide-eyed stare, “my uncle used to tickle me to the point I couldn’t breathe when I was little.”
“Oh.” She nodded her head slowly. “I’ll try to remember that.”
“A normal touch is okay, but no poking or you know, lingering touches.”
She frowned, “I don’t know what a lingering touch is exactly.”
His gaze held her prisoner with an intense look. “Like this,” he tilted her chin up with one hand, and slowly, barely touching her, he ran his fingertips from her jaw down her throat. “It took a long time before I could handle a normal touch on my sides, without tensing and freaking out.” His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, “but,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against her jaw, “with practice,” he kissed her again, just below her jaw, “anything,” his mouth touched the pulse in her neck, “can be overcome.” He kissed the side of her neck, and a shiver of awareness went through her whole body. There was no panic, only pleasure.
“Don’t stop.” She said so softly she wasn’t sure if she’d said it out loud.
A low rumble came from him as he pulled her closer and kissed her neck again. When he licked over it, her cat went completely still inside her.
“Jesse,” she gasped and what she wanted to say was forgotten when he crushed her mouth with his. She no longer cared what she thought she’d needed to say. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she grasped his hair, holding him so he couldn’t pull away from her. This, her cat and mind echoed. Just this, was all she wanted. His mouth commanding hers. His taste flooded every pore of her body. His scent consumed her until she didn’t know where she ended, and he started. Just this. Just him.
Jesse tore his mouth from hers, his darkened eyes held hers in a look that set her insides ablaze. “I should stop.” He blew out a ragged breath.
Her tongue touched her sharper teeth that now filled her mouth. Her cat’s not too subtle a hint of their objective today. “What if I don’t want you to?” She whispered, stretching up so her lips brushed his as she spoke.
He lifted his head and searched her eyes. “What about…”
“She agrees.” She said quickly. Evanna didn’t know if he was going to say Leah or their cat or what exactly, she just knew that she needed him in a way she never thought possible, ever.
A low growl came from him as he boosted her up against his body. She wrapped her legs tight around him and clung to him. When he turned and started walking back up the lane, his mouth moved back to hers, devouring her slowly.
Before her mind was completely filled with him, it dawned on her how strong he was as he moved quickly toward the trailer—and yet he’d never shown her anything but tenderness. A low sound, almost a growl came from her throat, and she knew her cat was right there with her, guiding her along. She wanted her mate claimed and marked. Today.
Her back hit the trailer as he pinned her against it and opened the door. There was no way they’d fit through it like this, so he picked her up away from him and set her on the step.
She stumbled backward; his hands clamped on her hips guiding her. When she reached the top step, she unzipped the jacket and tossed it in the direction of the couch.
Jesse’s followed hers. Dropping to his knee, he undid her boots and pulled them from her feet. She heard them clunk down the steps as he straightened and stood in front of her.
His cool hands ran up under her shirt over her ribs as his breath brushed over her mouth.
She felt her nipples tense and wanted the material gone from her body. With a jerky movement, she tore the shirt over her head. Before she could get her arms freed, his mouth closed over her breast, and she thought her knees were going to give out.
Shaking the shirt off her arm, she gripped his head and held it so he’d keep doing that. She felt him undo the button of her jeans and released his head to undo them and shove them down her hips.
Jesse switched to her other breast, she sucked in a breath from the intense feeling his mouth created. With a frantic movement, she jerked on his shirt, trying to pull it up his body, she wanted to touch him, to feel his skin.
He lifted his head and got rid of his shirt in a fast move. His eyes never left hers as he pulled her jeans down far enough that she could step out of them. When he stood up again, she ran her hands down his chest and felt the muscles clench beneath her fingers.
Leaning forward, she touched his skin with her tongue. His skin was hot, his flavor caused heat to rush between her legs. Jesse stood there, massaging her hips in his grip, allowing her to do what she wanted. She had no idea if it would affect him the same way, but she had to try it. Moving her lips over his skin, she placed her mouth over his nipple and sucked on it. His grip tightened and a deep rumble went through his chest. Spurred on by his reaction, she did it with the other one as she moved to undo his jeans.