Page 29 of His Treasured Mate

His breath hitched, and he looked down at his watch like he was judging the time and contemplating the biggest dilemma of his life.

I could have let him sweat it out some, but my mind had conjured up enough in the realm of foreplay. I was hot and hungry, but not for the chili I had simmering on the stove. I let him off the hook far faster than I otherwise would have.

“For the night,” I added.

His head whipped up and his eyes grew impossibly darker.

“All night.”

“I pick them up at noon tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah.”

He was already removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants as he stalked towards me.

I turned off the stove, even knowing there was a possibility our dinner would grow cold. Better that than burning the place down.

Thomas stood before me, gloriously naked. He was long, hard, and ready. He stopped just shy of reaching me.

I let my gaze drift down to enjoy the view. Licking my lips, I gave him a suggestive smirk.

“I could take care of that for you. If you’d like.”

“Later,” he said with a growl.

Picking me up he carried me to our bedroom and set me down in front of the bed. He trailed one finger across my breasts without quite touching me the way I wanted him to.

I was throbbing for him.

He turned me around and placed my hands on the bed as his tongue flicked out and made a trail from the base of my spine to my neck, sending shivers of awareness through my body.

His knee nudged my legs apart, and then he rubbed himself against me, feeling how warm and wet I was already.

With a growl, he pressed into me from behind. His fingertips dug into the flesh of my hips as my hands fisted into the blanket and I cried out his name.

He felt so good as he moved inside me.

His mouth found my earlobe as he nibbled and whispered dirty promises to me.

My desire for him never seemed to wane. It would sometimes surprise me, but at this point, I doubted it was ever going to change.

When he reached out and toyed with my nipples while kissing the column of my neck, my whole world splintered.

“Thomas!”

I fell forward against the bed, trying to catch my breath.

He thrust three more times and then collapsed against me.

Neither of us spoke or even moved for a moment. Then he finally pulled back, carefully lifted me, and laid me out on the bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked in surprise as he started to leave the room.

“I’ll be back.”

True to his word, he returned with two big bowls of chili and a whole sleeve of crackers. He knew damn well he’d be lucky to get two of those crackers. He often teased me that I liked the crackers more than the chili.

“Worked up an appetite?” I teased.