Page 20 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar (Uncle Uzzi’s Date to Mate #3)

Dane

T he sun’s not even peeking over the skyline yet, but I’m already awake.

Habit.

Old instincts die hard.

Waking up before the world lets me get my head on straight before Alex barrels into the day like a shot out of a cannon.

But today, I expect he’ll sleep in—shifting for the first time takes a toll.

My little boy earned his rest.

I glance down.

And my breath catches.

She’s here.

Thank the Fates, the gods, and the multiverse.

Okay—thank Uncle Uzzi and his Date to Mate app too.

Warm and soft and tangled up in me like she was always meant to be.

Her dark curls spill across my chest, and her thighs are tucked between mine.

She smells like dreams and citrus and something that’s only her.

Tamare.

My mate.

My unclaimed mate.

And somehow, the most intimate thing isn’t the wild sex we didn’t have last night.

It’s this.

Her sleeping in my bed , her fingers curled around my body.

Like I’m a lifeline.

Like she’s choosing this.

Choosing me.

You’d think not touching her while she’s right here— wrapped around me like a gift —would be torture.

But honestly?

It’s heaven.

She’s soft in sleep, mouth parted, breath warm against my skin. Her heartbeat hums in my chest like a song I never want to stop hearing.

Just when I think nothing can beat this?

Holy fuck.

Her fingers twitch.

And I realize something.

Her hand— her small, perfect, sleeping hand —is wrapped around my dick.

I freeze.

My pulse? Gone. It’s just a roar now.

Because she’s squeezing.

Not hard.

But just enough to make my hips stutter and a groan claw its way out of my throat.

Shit.

I think I just leaked precum.

I bite down a curse and steel myself not to move.

Not to thrust.

Her fingers search and explore. She’s cupping my balls. Fuck. Now she’s back to squeezing my shaft, as much of it as she can get her small hand wrapped around.

Up and down.

“Tamare,” I whisper, voice low and wrecked.

She hums in her sleep.

Her thumb brushes the tip.

My vision whites out for a second.

Gods help me.

If she’s asleep, I’ll let go of every ounce of pride I have and crawl to the kitchen for an ice pack.

Or I’ll jerk one out in the shower.

Because this? This is too fucking much for one man to resist.

But then— her lashes flutter.

She shifts slightly, sliding her leg over my hip, snuggling closer.

Her eyes crack open, hazy with sleep, and for a second I think maybe this is still a dream.

Then she smiles.

“Morning,” she murmurs.

Game. Fucking. Over.

“Come here,” I growl, voice like gravel soaked in want.

She barely has time to blink before I’ve yanked her up and over my chest, settling her across my lap like a feast I’m about to devour.

My mouth crashes against hers, tongue demanding, lips unrelenting.

Tamare melts into me, and it is everything I have ever wanted and more.

Her fingers threading through my hair, tugging just right, sending sparks straight to my cock.

Mental note: send Uncle Uzzi a fruit basket. Or a beef jerky bouquet.

Then she rocks against me, her damp panties sliding along my hard length, and any thoughts I have about anything other than her leave my brain immediately.

Like they never even existed.

I groan as the heat of her presses into every nerve ending I have.

Cotton. Wet. Friction.

Fuck.

I grind up into her, hands cupping her gorgeous, plump ass, fingers sliding over her crack, and she gasps into my mouth, breaking the kiss with a breathless moan.

“Mmm. So, I’ve been thinking,” she murmurs, voice husky as I trail my tongue down her neck and lick a path straight to her earlobe.

I suck gently, and she shudders against me. I make a mental note to kiss her there and often.

Wait—she’s thinking? Now?

Fuck. This woman is trying to murder me with sexual frustration.

“What have you been thinking, Baby?” I rasp, biting gently where her pulse flutters like mad.

I thrust up, grinding my cock along her soaked seam, letting her feel every swollen inch pressing through the barrier of our clothes.

Her thighs tremble, her breath hitches.

“Oh God, do that again,” she moans, rolling her hips.

I do.

Harder this time.

Then I tug her tank top down and slide the straps off her shoulders, baring the soft curve of her creamy breasts.

I lick across them, teasing the upper swells, then take a nipple into my mouth.

“You’ve got the best tits. I wanna suck on them, Pretty Girl. Goddamn, I wanna fuck them, too. Glide my cock right between these gorgeous babies.”

She keens and arches, hands in my hair, body a live wire in my arms.

“Dane, please.”

My name is a breathy plea on her lips.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking first,” I say, hating myself, but always determined to give her what she deserves— what she needs.

And despite her soaked panties, and my ever-growing erection, she’s still talking—s omehow—gods love her. Hell, I know I do.

“Questions,” she pants, voice dreamy. “I still have questions.”

“Questions?” I echo, barely hanging onto my self-control.

My cock is throbbing against her, desperate to sink deep.

“Yes,” she gasps as I suck harder on one cherry ripe nipple. “Like, what does mating mean? Is it like in the romance books I read?”

I pause, resting my forehead against her chest, chest heaving.

“Um, not sure what you read,” I say, voice raw. “But there’s biting. There’s sex. Like the best sex ever, but we know that already, don’t we, Pretty Girl?”

“Oh my God, Dane,” she says, like she’s exasperated, but I can still feel her smiling against my skin. I take that as a win.

“But what does it mean?”

“Well, mating is instinct, and magic and soul-binding all wrapped into one. But it’s a choice too, Tamare. You always have a say in this.”

Her thighs squeeze around me, her breath ragged.

“And do you? Have a choice?”

“I do, Baby. And I choose you,” I tell her, baring my soul to this beautiful, perfect creature the Fates have chosen for me.

She swallows and sits up, still astride my desperately aching cock.

“Will it hurt?”

I look up, eyes locked on hers, and do something between a nod and a shake of my head.

“Only for a second. A flash. But I swear on my life, Pretty Girl, I’ll make it good for you. So good you’ll forget pain exists.”

Her eyes flutter. “And will I become like you?”

“A Cougar?” I stroke her cheek. “No. Our kind doesn’t pass the gift like that. But you’ll share in my strength. My longevity. Faster healing. Some supernatural perks— but you’ll still be you . Human. Beautiful. Mine.”

She’s quiet for a heartbeat, then two.

Then her eyes meet mine, glowing with something fierce and vulnerable and brave.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Okay?” I echo, hope and disbelief crashing into me like a freight train.

“I need you to be clear, Tamare.” My voice drops, every word trembling with emotion. “Will you be my mate? Will you stay with me and Alex? Share your life with us? Forever?”

She cups my jaw, and I swear to all the gods old and new, I see forever shining in her eyes.

“Yes, Dane,” she says, voice strong and sure. “I’m saying yes. ”