Okay, that one came as a surprise to Evan. “You want to rebuild the Moonshine Inn?”
The woman blinked. “Of course. It’s a great source of revenue, plus it gives the Takhini hooligans something productive to do. Keeps them out of mischief.” Only she winked as she spoke, lowering her gaze respectfully before backing away.
It was too much to take in at once. Evan shook his head and nearly fell over. “Whoa.”
Amy snuggled under his arm and helped hold him up. “I think everybody seems to have the situation under control.”
Almost everything. “Take me home.”
Her smile lit up the area. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
They slipped back into her house, and a million years might have passed since she’d been there last. Maybe in a way the sensation was right.
Her world had changed.
Evan crowded her all the way to the shower, pausing to turn on the water. By the time he’d finished stripping off her clothes, steam billowed around them.
The aches and pains were there, but every bit of the punishment she’d taken was worth it, especially when he slid in next to her. Nothing but naked skin, his biceps flexing powerfully as he grabbed her buff puff and the soap.
“Close your eyes, and let me take care of you.”
It seemed selfish to simply take. She closed her eyes as ordered, but reached out to slide her fingers over his body. Touching him while he scrubbed and cleaned, moving tenderly over the bruises and cuts she’d received.
“You’re not supposed to do that,” he breathed unsteadily, the words trembling as she traced her fingers over the delicious muscle between his thigh and abdomen.
“Try and stop me,” she whispered. “You need some tenderness as well.”
“What I need is to care for my mate. You were incredible back there.” With his lips pressed to her temple, he turned her, settling her against his chest. The circles with the soap continued, his hands rising from her waist to her breasts.
Amy arched into his touch. “We work together. Oh, yes, right there.”
He’d transferred the sponge to his opposite hand and was playing with her nipples. “Don’t scare me like that again. When I got into the office and realized where you were, I was ready to take them all out for hurting you.”
“It wasn’t my idea of a good time, but it had to be done.” Amy draped a hand around his neck, twisting her head to one side so their lips could meet for a slow, careful kiss. The taste of him sank into her very cells. “And you’re still the one who fought Mike.”
“I have every confidence if you had needed to, you would’ve handled him just as well.”
The warm water and the comfort of his body helped release the remaining tension. “We work together,” she repeated. “And while it’s sad it came down to having to face a rebellion, we should have expected it.”
He nuzzled her neck, the scruff of his chin like erotic sandpaper against sensitive nerves. “Stupid people always make the stupidest move, but I wish I hadn’t fallen down on the job in the first place.”
“I’m sorry about the Moonshine Inn.” Amy twisted in his arms, rubbing her fingers through his hair as she tugged him under the showerhead. “I’ll do everything I can to help make the new hotel construction go smoothly.”
Evan smiled as he settled his hands on her hips. “It sounds as if Canyon already has our back.”
“You’ll find there are a lot of things that will go much smoother with their skills behind you.”
His eyes burned brighter as he looked at her, ogling her body. “Same goes the other way around, but I think we’ve had enough pack discussion today. Don’t you agree?”
Amy hummed happily. “You look as if you have something else on your mind.”
He hoisted her upward, twisting far enough to pin her to the wall of the shower with his body. Slick heat and rising passion growing between them. “I’m about to have something on my cock.”
She laughed, and it felt so good to release the stress. To have a whole new type of tension spreading through her system, driving her mad with entangling sensual tendrils. Evan adjusted her so the heavy length of his shaft rested over her sex.
They’d been going slow up to this point, but it was time to move. Amy wrapped her legs around his hips. She dragged her nails up his back, enjoying the rough response as he thrust forward, knocking her clit and sending shivers up her spine.
Things kind of got a little crazy from that point. Between his mouth and his hands, there wasn’t a whole lot of her that wasn’t being teased to a hot, quivering mass. He caressed her ass, fingers floating sensually over the curves. He stroked under her thigh, lifting her knee to one side so he could slip his fingers into her. He pumped languidly at first, then with increasing speed until she dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped for air.
A satisfied rumble filled the shower stall. “My mate. Perfect for me, exactly what I need.”
Evan pulled his fingers free. Made one adjustment, and suddenly she was filled with the full, hard length of his cock. She rested her head back on the tiles and stared into his eyes. “You like this position, don’t you?”
He held her with one arm, the other braced on the wall beside her head. She clung to his biceps, scratching her free hand down his chest as she used her legs to help him pump deeper, harder, until they were both shaking, teetering on the edge.
Evan paused, and the mood changed. No longer desperate, but fully engaged. All she wanted at this point was to give to him. He deserved so much, and she was going to spend the rest of her life showing him that.
She kissed his chest as his touch became more possessive, the blinding sensation of pleasure rising, tension growing. Evan caught her chin, and there was no looking away as he moved within her, one long, languid stroke after another until she tumbled apart, satisfaction carrying away all emotional baggage. Every moment binding them closer.
Then she broke eye contact. Not to deny him the intimacy, but to finish this. To offer the final moment of trust. She put her teeth to his neck and bit hard enough to make him gasp. Accepting who he was to her. Giving him all of herself.
Fiery passion roared through her as he came. The taste of him in her mouth. The sensation of being joined and completed shooting in a mad rush through her veins.
She let him go after marking him, savouring the intoxicating connection. And when he returned the favour, marking her and making her his, Amy shouted his name. Shaking as she luxuriated in being whole.
“I’ll never let you be alone again.”
His voice in her head. Amy swallowed hard, shivering as Evan licked the mark on her neck and then continued upward, playfully tasting her.
“Am I your personal ice cream cone?” Amy teased as delight swirled through her.
He pulled her to a vertical position, sheer joy on his face. “It’s true. You’re in my head and my heart, and it couldn’t be more perfect.”
Amy nodded. This was what she had always hoped for, but hadn’t dreamed possible. “I never want to do anything to make you doubt me. I will always choose you, I promise.”
They ended up on the bed, cuddling for the longest time. Evan stroked her hair and held her against him. It was the strangest of sensations, having given her heart, and yet it was the most right thing she’d ever experienced. “I can sense you. What you’re feeling, what you’re hoping.”
Evan snickered. “Does this mean you know already what I plan to get you for a mating gift?”
“I would never dream of spoiling a surprise. I’ll stay out of those parts of your brain.” She pulled on an innocent face—the kind that usually meant someone was up to no good.