“Right now? You can’t wait?”
“I’ve never been a patient man, Jolene. I’ve tried to be. For you. But now that I know that you love me, too…” He dragged me against his body, letting me feel the unmistakeable heat of a hard cock. “No. I can’t wait.”
With his hands at my waist, he lowered his head, crushing his mouth to mine. It was a hard, close-lipped kiss. A groan rose in his throat as he pressed himself even more firmly against me.
I had a feeling my husband knew what a kiss was. But not what making out was.
Thank the good lord that at least in one arena, I was more experienced and competent than he was.
Thesexyarena.
“You can open your mouth a little bit, I whispered against his lips. “Like this.” I kissed along the seam of his mouth, caressing with my slightly open lips. When my tongue came out to play, Zohro’s fingers spasmed at my waist, and his lips parted.
“That’s right,” I said, pulling back slightly before diving back in. Zohro followed my lead at first, meeting the deepening kiss with swipes of his tongue. But I should have remembered what a freaking genius I’d married. The man learnedfast. Within the span of seconds, he had one hand possessively cupping the back of my head while he claimed my mouth entirely. All the while, his cock was a throbbing sign of his desire against my belly.
He really does want me.
He’d seen me at my weakest, at my most vulnerable, at my worst. He’d seen me leak milk and other unmentionable bodily fluids… or solids. He’d seen my fucking organs from the inside.
And he still wanted me.
As if to confirm it, Zohro’s hips suddenly shuddered forwards against me, and he moaned into my mouth. It was a bolt of pure need, right to my clit.
“OK. Bed. Now,” I panted after barely pulling myself away.
Maybe worried that I’d be too slow – though I was a hell of a lot faster now that I didn’t have a baby in my belly – he didn’t wait for me to walk. He scooped me up and practically loped for the bedroom. He closed the door with his tail as we passed through it.
“Wait!” I cried, suddenly anxious. “Shouldn’t we leave the door open? What if she needs us?”
“Then we will hear her crying.”
“But what if we don’t?”
“Jolene, that child of ours has magnificent lungs. Really, it should be studied. Maybe one day I will write a paper on it. But for now, put yourself at ease. Even on the incredibly slim chance that you do not hear her crying, I will.” His ears twitched, like they were perking up and ready to do their duty. Remembering something I’d read in the little document Tasha had sent me about Zabrian males, I reached up and skimmed my fingers over the edge of one.
Zohro’s face slackened with erotic pleasure.
Ooh. So they’resensitive,sensitive.
“I want to learn all about you,” I whispered, watching his face as I loved on his cute, mousie ear.
“You can,” he groaned, his eyes falling shut. “Anything you wish to know. Just ask. I have already told you all the worst things about myself.”
“Can I…” Arousal and curiosity made my thighs squeeze together. “Can I see your cock tail?”
His eyes flew open, white and searing.
“You already know about Zabrian cock tails? How?” His brows crashed together. “Who has shown you his cock tail? And when? Was it one of Warden Hallum’s men? Because I will tell you, I did not like the look of that purple-haired imbecile. Nor the other two. And if one of them has assaulted your eyes with the sight of his own ridiculous cock tail then I will be forced to… To cut it off! With surgical precision!”
I snorted. My husband was being absolutely ridiculous right now.
And… I kind of loved it. I’d never experienced someone being possessive over me this way. Someone who wanted me so badly that he’d do anything to keep me all to himself. Even if it meant cutting off some poor other dude’s dick parts.
“No, Zohro. I haven’t seen one! At least, not a real one. I have seen some questionable drawings…”
Darcy, in particular, had sent me her sketch of Zabrian male genitalia with something close to manic glee, once again mentioning our “snakey lord and saviour” as she did it.
“I’m friends with five women married to Zabrian cowboys,” I reminded him. “You don’t think I’d know about a cock tail by now?”
