His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 55

AMERIE/JESSICA

BUTTERFLIES

I thought I would wake up with Nathan beside me, but I find myself alone instead. Shoving the tiny feeling of disappointment away, I stretch and sit at the edge of the bed. He has a pack to run, businesses to take care of, and the likes. I muse on this as I make my way to the bathroom to empty my bladder. The door is half-open, and the scent of him fills the space. I still don’t know what that scent is, but it does a lot of things to my insides. Top on the list is a crazy feeling down and in between my legs.

If I had my way, I would make it into a jar of perfume and spray it on daily.

As I hurry towards the toilet seat, which is directly opposite the door, I hear Nathan’s voice cursing behind the shower door.

“f**k!” he says heavily, in a way that sends sweetness between my legs. “Jessica!”

I jerk my head towards him and see the most shocking thing I have ever seen in my life. My mate is naked, his back displayed in all its muscular glory. Layers upon layers of muscles sit on each other, carved in different shapes. Every inch of his back down to his legs is a masterpiece.

His head is thrown back, his stomach curved inwards at what he is doing. My eyes widen at another shocking spectacle: Nathan is stroking himself between his palm, which makes me gasp in shock.

His head whips towards me, and immediately my shock turns to embarrassment.

“Jessica…”

“I am sorry.”

Both of us speak at the same time.

He stops what he was doing and leans one palm on the wall, facing it, his head bent in embarrassment. “I didn’t hear you enter.”

“The door was half-open,” my eyes move up to his body again, trailing the deliciousness of his build. This is my mate. My Alpha. I bite my lips, clamping my thighs together.

“I am sorry you saw me like this,” he gives me a quick side glance, and I drop my eyes quickly.

This is so embarrassing for both of us. Me especially.

“It’s okay. You can continue; I won’t disturb you,” I say, though I’m already disturbed. With what I just saw.

“No. Stay. I will leave. I am done already.”

“Okay,” I try not to sound disappointed and quietly sit on the toilet and do my thing. Watching him move to pick a towel and start drying his body.

Gosh! Why don’t I want him to hide his body from me? I want to see him like this daily. I want to touch him. And that big thing between his legs.

I swallow hard at the size and shape, wanting to feel it with my hands.

“Quit gaping,” he says, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“Sorry,” I mutter, getting up from the seat and walking to the hand basin to wash my hands. My hands shake under the water.

“Don’t be. It’s normal for me to think of you and get hard,” he looks at me through the mirror. “You know I can’t touch you until you shift,” his voice is pained and harsh. “I was thinking of you when I became hard… I want you to know this is my first time doing this…what you saw me doing. I needed to do it,” his eyes search mine as if he needs my permission. “I hope you don’t mind?”

My cheeks burn with this revelation. Why would I mind? I turn to him with a frown.

“This is how you make me feel, Jessie. You make me hard.”

My legs clamp hard against each other, shaking, and I grab hold of the basin. I feel something drop down to my pants.

“f**k!” he groans, pinching his nose. “You should leave.”

“I can help.” Do I even know what to do? I am only going on whatever emotion is working on me right now. A deep desire to touch him there.

His eyes widen at my words. “What?” he asks loudly, a heavy frown on his face. His eyes flash gold for a second with his wolf.

I drop my head down to my chest.

“Who did you help?” he has closed the distance between us in a second and is standing right in my face.

“No one,” I reply in a tiny, embarrassed voice. Of course, I have never touched a man, let alone touch what is down there.

“Then how did you know you could help me?”

My eyes meet his. “I figured that since I made you feel this way, I should be the one to help you,” his blazing eyes soften, dropping to my lips.

“Flower, don’t ever scare me like that again,” he growls softly, pulling me to his chest and rests his forehead on mine, closing his eyes and sighing. His thing pokes my stomach and I fight th urge to touch it.

I feel his body relaxing and start to trace the muscles on his chest with my fingers. His chest rumbles with a light growl that makes my heart skip a beat.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters before planting his lips on mine. Kissing me softly as his hands wrap around my waist.

I feel an explosion of sparks dance over my lips, traveling over my face and down my body.

His lips feel soft and are bursting with that familiar scent of his I am yet to identify.

My hands on their own wrap around his neck, and I allow myself to get lost in the kiss.

My first kiss.

I can hear a thousand butterflies flapping around my tummy. A million times like the first time his hands touched mine.

My blood runs through my veins, howling—or is it something in my head making that sound?

Whatever it may be, I am enjoying the movement of his lips on mine. It’s slow and gentle, and I think I am going to pass out with the amount of pleasure his lips are sending down my legs.

My panties are getting wetter and wetter from this kiss.

As if reading my mind, he whispers, “Your arousal is heavy,” when he ends the kiss. His eyes look from one of mine to the other softly. “You’re so beautiful, and I am about to damn the consequences of the Probability Clause if you don’t leave now.”