Page 2 of Loving Amari
“I have every right to be.” I kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she opens for me. “I have a goddess in my lap.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile breaks through. When she slides out of bed, I give her ass a playful swat. The sound rings out in the quiet morning, and she squeaks, shooting me a mock glare that only makes me want her more. Her dress from yesterday lies crumpled on the floor, evidence of how exhausted she was when she returned from limbo.
I grab her hand, pulling her into the bathroom. We brush our teeth side by side, stealing glances in the mirror. She’s still naked, completely comfortable in her skin, and I have to adjust myself in my sleep pants. This ordinary moment—her beside me, both of us in the same small space—is everything I didn’t know I was missing.
“Your eyes are doing that thing again,” she mumbles around her toothbrush.
“What thing?” I rinse and spit, watching her in the mirror.
“That hungry thing. Like you want to eat me.”
I press against her back, letting her feel exactly how much I want her. “Always.”
She shivers, and I know she’s remembering last night. How desperately we came together after her return, how I worshipped every inch of her body until she screamed my name. But once we’re in the shower, I can’t keep my hands off her. Water streams down as I grab a washcloth and start washing her back.
“What do you think that was?” I work the soap in circles across her skin, paying special attention to the tension in her shoulders. “Do you feel any different?”
She shrugs, leaning into my touch. “I don’t know. I feel the same.”
My hands move lower, massaging the small of her back. “We shouldn’t skip over this.” The washcloth moves to her sides, and I have to focus to keep my thoughts on track when she sighs with pleasure. “You’ve never levitated in your sleep before.”
Carla turns around, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes. Her hands press against my chest, right over my beating heart. I can feel her pulse against mine. She’s looking at me like she knows exactly what she does to me.
“Let’s not worry too much about this, Amari.” Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin. “If something serious comes of it, we’ll deal with it then.”
I want to argue, but she’s looking at me with those eyes, and her hands are on me, and suddenly the pink magic seems less important than the woman in front of me. Water runs between us, and I watch it trail down between her breasts, over her stomach, lower...
“I want you to focus on the technology center,” she continues, seemingly oblivious to my distraction. “You’ve been working on it for a year. I’ve seen how much hard work you’ve put into it.”
Pride surges within me temporarily overriding my desire. “Yes, I’m excited about it. The virtual reality stations will blow their little minds. And the coding programs I’ve designed specifically for young shifters...” I could talk about this for hours. “They’ll learn to navigate both worlds—the technological and the supernatural. No more choosing between tradition and progress.”
“Tell me more,” she encourages, her hands still moving on my chest.
“I’ve created adaptive learning programs that respond to each child’s shifting abilities. Imagine a computer that recognizes when a young wolf is about to shift and adjusts its interface accordingly. Or coding languages that incorporate magical theory.” My voice rises with enthusiasm. “These children won’t have to hide who they are in the human world anymore. They’ll be equipped to excel in both.”
“I am excited for you.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing closer. Her breasts brush against my chest, and I lose my train of thought entirely. “I want to be there to support you.”
My smile feels like it might split my face. Having her beside me, sharing in this achievement I’ve built for Wintermoon... I want nothing more.
I lower my head to kiss her, and her lips are soft, warm. The kiss turns desperate within seconds. My hands find her breasts, palming their weight before teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She gasps into my mouth, her body arching into mine.
“Amari,” she breathes against my lips.
“I need you.” The words come out rough, desperate. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I spin her around, pressing her against the shower wall. The cool tiles make her gasp, and I take advantage, trailing kisses down her neck. My teeth scrape against her pulse point, and she moans, tilting her head to give me better access.
My fingers trail down her stomach to the heat between her legs. She’s already wet for me, and not just from the shower. I groan against her neck as I explore her pussy, finding her clit and circling it slowly.
“Please,” she whimpers, pushing back against me.
“Please what?” I tease, slowing my movements until she squirms with frustration.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
I slide two fingers inside her, and she cries out, her inner walls clenching around me immediately. She’s so tight, so perfect, and I can barely think straight. I pump my fingers slowly at first, building a rhythm that has her panting and clutching at the wall for support.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur in her ear. “Let me hear you.”