Chapter 14: My friends mother - 2
Natina watched him, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders, the muscles honed by swordplay and hardship. In his leisure time, Jaenor liked to train with a bow and sword. It had become his habit, and his father used to take him on hunts in the forest, and he used the bow more frequently.
She took a step closer, her presence filling the space between them. "You’ve grown into a man, Jaenor," she said, her voice soft but charged.
"Strong. Fierce. I’ve seen it, even when you were just a boy. And now..." Her eyes roamed over him, unapologetic. "I’ve been waiting for an...opportunity. To take you for myself."
"Now I want you."
She is a cougar. Jaenor smirked. He wasn’t expecting her to be upfront about her desire like this. And certainly wasn’t expecting her to offer herself to him, matching his desire for her.
"What about Taeryn? You are my friend’s mother," Jaenor said, as he wanted to be sure that she wanted this.
"And I’m a woman," she countered, closing the distance. Her hand rested on his chest, her touch warm through his wool shirt.
"A woman who knows what she wants. And I want you, Jaenor ol’Rakkinor. Here. Tonight."
Her boldness undid him.
He set the mug down, his hands finding her waist, the curves of her body soft yet firm beneath his fingers.
"Natina," he murmured, a question and a surrender.