Were's the Love?

Chapter 12: A Blanket Catastrophe and The Sweetest Thing Said with a Boner

Warning: Mature Content Ahead (At least as Mature as Allison allowed it to be)

I feel his lips on mine and I'd be lying if I didn't say that it surprised me. In all the months we've been mated, Jason's only showed passion like this when I initiated that kiss at Sebastian's. Now, he is taking charge and it's fantastic. Once I'm done with my stupor, my body finally reacts. I allow my instincts to take over.

I've said before that shifters of all sorts are sexual creatures. We are all, in essence, animals. Normal humans included. Shifters are just a little more in tune with our animalistic desires. When I feel the hunger in Jason's kiss, I can't help myself. I've always thought he was incredibly attractive, but seeing the way his eyes darkened before he lunged at me, I felt like his prey and I liked it. I might enjoy being hunted more than I thought I did. It feels a little dangerous and it is definitely hot.

I open my lips slightly as my hand snakes around his neck and his mouth becomes greedy. I let his tongue explore mine, wrestling in the small space between our lips. His teeth graze the muscular appendage and I moan. Damn it, I moaned loudly. It spurs him on further and he pushes me down on the mattress, his hand fumbling with the sheet I'd covered my nakedness with as we talked. His lips never give up though and once the sheet is moved, his hand starts running softly up and down my side, stroking it lightly. It almost tickles, but the sensation only serves to send a wave of shivers down my spine.

Jason pulls his head away from mine and I want to pull him back in. Instead, he looks at me, his eyes searching for approval. I arch my back and lean into his body. My nipples barely touch his chest, but it's enough to ramp up the lust that I'm already feeling.

I know it's happening quickly, but give me a break. I've spent the last four months barely being touched. By this point, I was getting slightly turned on when the sheet rubbed my nipples just right. Now, I've got an incredibly attractive, slightly timid, man who wants to give me all the attention I crave. So, forgive me if I actually want this to continue before he runs off and never touches me again. I don't need to fall back into that old routine before it's had a chance to fully die. I'm killing that god awful excuse for a sex life and I am not letting Jason's worries bring it back to life!

"Tell me if you don't like something," he stares at me, waiting for my response. I don't know what to say, so I just nod. Thankfully, my nod was enough to get him going again.

His hand slowly travels up my side until it reaches my breast, squeezing it slightly in his palm before he brushes his thumb across my nipple. Finally! Gods be praised! Another round of shivers flows through my body as he kisses me again. He rocks slightly, kicking and repositioning himself, before he pulls away, frowning. I raise my brow, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, then I notice it. His foot is caught in the blankets! The idiot threw them off of me, but they're all crumpled at the end of the bed!

"Sorry," he apologizes. Are you kidding me? He's apologizing!

"It's fine," I wrap my arms around his neck tighter and pull him back in, kissing him deeper. Damn it! I'm not going to let some stupid blanket catastrophe end this before it's begun!

Jason continues to invade my mouth with his and I am loving every second of it. I used to think his kisses were slobbery. Hell, they still are when he plants one on my cheek. But these are the perfect amount of wet, moistening my lips as we continue our naked make-out session.

He moves head and his mouth starts traveling down my jaw and onto my neck. I let out a little gasp when his tongue traces over the trail of kisses he left behind. Damn. The man actually knows what he's doing when he's not listening to some stupid raven.