The Chef's Sick Mate (Book 17 of the Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 49

Once they'd finished eating, Linc took both plates up to the sink and washed them. Gen walked up next to him and picked up a towel, drying the dishes after he washed them. 

"This is nice," he murmured. 

"What's that? Being domestic?" she asked. 

"Yeah. With you here. It's nice," he said. 

"It is," she agreed. 

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Linc took her back to the bedroom. She stood there staring at his bed, nerves getting the best of her. Lincoln was busy pulling down the blankets, and flipped on the beside lamp. He walked over and flipped off the light switch, then stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "We don't have to do anything but sleep, Gen."

"I kind of want to," she said, turning her head to look at him. "I'm just nervous."

"Stop thinking about it. We can just be spontaneous. If something happens, then something happens. If not, then we just sleep. But I'm glad you chose to stay the night with me," he said and placed a kiss on her neck. 

Gen breathed out slowly. "I spend way too much time in my own head." 

"Then we need to get you out of your head," Linc said, letting go of her. "You want to put your things away?"

"Sure." It wasn't long before Gen realized she was probably going to be staying there every night from here on out. She needed to move her things, but Lincoln was already making room for her in his life. She got in her night shirt and brushed her teeth, then headed back into his room. 

Lincoln was laying on the bed, his eyes on his phone. He immediately sat it down when he saw her and smiled. He was still wearing his t-shirt and she had a feeling that he was dressed like that so that she was comfortable. And he'd probably roast. She knew she would if she had on that much. She ran a bit hotter now that she was a werewolf. 

Gen walked around the bed and tentatively laid down on her own pillow that she'd brought with her. This was weird, but she supposed she'd get used to it. Even though there was space between them, she could feel some heat from Lincoln's body. "Do you normally wear all of those clothes to bed?"

He rolled on his side, facing her. "No. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

She eyed him. "So, you're going to make yourself uncomfortable."

He laughed. "Well, I sort of figured I'd just wait and see what happened."

"And if I chose to roll over and just go to sleep?" She gave him a cheeky grin. 

"I'd probably get up and strip most of my clothes off," he said. 

She laughed. 

Lincoln reached out, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her across the bed, and right up against him. "This is where you belong, Genevive. Not over there."

Gen stared up at him and watched his eyes glow brightly for a moment. His body was warm, and she realized she liked being pressed up against him. He made her comfortable, and she felt at home with him. Relaxed. 

Lincoln suddenly dropped his lips to hers and kissed her. It started slow, just a brush against her own, before he deepened it, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. 

Gen sighed softly. Kissing him was addictive. But it made her want more. She wanted what she'd experienced earlier, what he'd done to her earlier. "Linc?" 

His lips had worked their way down her jaw and onto her neck. "Hm?"

"I want more," she whispered and sighed as he sucked on a spot on her neck. The spot he'd mark her, she realized, and then moaned at the rush of sensation through her body.