Page 53 of Blade

None of those were first date kinds of questions, were they?

Did being mates change the kind of stuff I could ask about?

“I’m going to have to start making a list of questions for you like the one you have in your phone.” He let out a low moan as he stretched his back and slowly straightened.

Was the water that good?

Was he stiff?

Okay, yeah, he was stiff but how did his back feel?

“But you’re going to have to let me know when it’ll be okay to ask some of them.” Slowly rotating around in the spray, he took his time rinsing the soap off his incredible body. “Like those limits you’ve mentioned.”

As he turned to face me again, he ran his hands down his back and butt to help rinse off the soap but the way his fingers were facing made me wonder what else they’d been doing.

Was he playing with his ass while he was talking to me?

“I’m going to have questions about the context you’ve used that word in, but I think it’s in that side of things you aren’t ready to talk about yet.” It took until he’d raised one eyebrow and cocked his head before I realized he wanted me to confirm it.

“Um, probably?” How long did I usually run my hands over myself to get the soap off? “I’m really kind of confused about that. I don’t want to rush things between us but I don’t want to hide things from you.”

Everyone I’d seen online talking about mates had said that honesty was the best way to go because lying about what I wanted or needed would fuck things up. Mates were people who were meant to be together and that meant they were supposed to be sexually compatible too.

Hopefully that’d been right.

When had BDSM become mainstream?

Would he even know what I was talking about?

Would he think I was a deviant of some sort?

“Your emotions are having some wild swings, my mate.” Blaine’s almost neutral tone had me trying to remember to take a deep breath and relax. “Should I start washing again? You smelled good then.”

Brat.

“You knew what you were doing to me.” Glaring at him, I sat straighter and tried to keep how frustrated I should be at the front of my mind. “You were jerking off while I watched.”

He leaned back against the wall of the shower, posing for me, hard cock jutting out and sexy smirk on his face. “I was. I’ve been waiting a long time to see that look on my mate.”

Aww.

No. I was supposed to be frustrated with him.

“You said I could watch you, so I was just being polite to my mate.” Sexual desire between mates was perfectly reasonable. “You…you wanted to be appreciated. So I appreciated.”

I wanted to appreciate with my tongue too, but it didn’t seem like the time to mention that.

“No. I said I wanted to be ogled by my mate and you’ve done a wonderful job with that.” Reaching out, he turned off the water and pushed the curtain open. “Will you help me with my towel, my mate?”

Huh?

Towel.

Yes.

Standing up, I grabbed the towel they’d left on the counter and stepped closer to the tub to hand it to him. Blaine just smiled politely and opened his arms.

He was going to be a handful.