“How was it, beingabear?”
“More fun than I thought it would be. Aside from scaring the crap out of those trespassers, I loved running through the forest,”shesaid.
“I shift at least once a week. It helps work out all the extra energyIhave.”
“I’ll have totrythat.”
“Do you want to sleep with my bear again tonight?” heasked.
“Not tonight.” She yawned. “I loved cuddling with you, but my back wasn’t asthrilled.”
“Okay, maybe some othernight.”
She wouldn’t be here for many more nights. As much as it would hurt to leave him, there was no place for her here. To soothe the sudden pain in her heart, she scooted closer and leaned againsthisarm.
“I had fun today,”shesaid.
“Metoo.”
She turned to find his lips just inches from hers. As their lips met, she relaxed into the kiss. Everything about the day, including this moment, was perfect. She couldn’t imagine having more fun with another person. If nothing else, she’d enjoy the rest of the time that they hadtogether.
As he pulled her into his lap, she parted her lips and melted against him. Her arms wound around his neck but she wasn’t quite comfortable. When she shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, molten liquid heat pooled in herbelly.
He pulled her against him. Heat rolled through her as her bear snarled, frustrated by the way she tried to hold back. It was no use. Logan was awakening a side of her that she never knewshehad.
For years, a cage of ice had formed around her heart to keep her from trying to love anyone. But she didn’t have to try with Logan. The way they’d run and played together today had done more to melt that cage than anything she’d ever experienced. She wanted him with more than just her body. She wanted him—heartandsoul.
“Take me to bed,” shewhispered.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he gazed intohereyes.
“More sure than I’ve ever been aboutanything.”
He scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he started a fire in the fireplace. As he walked toward her, he unbuttoned his shirt. Each time a button popped free, another blast of need coiled in her sex. By the time he reached the bed, she wanted to tear herclothesoff.
As she reached to pull her sweater over her head, he unbuttoned his jeans. Transfixed, she stared as he peeled them over his hips and dropped them to the floor. His boxers quickly followed. Flickering light from the fire caressed the ripple of muscles across his stomach. It illuminated the thickness of his thighs and highlighted the firmness of histightass.
She shivered in anticipation. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she rested them by her side. More than anything, she wanted him toundressher.
He didn’tdisappoint.
With the grace of a slow-moving bear, he stalked toward her. After relieving her of the sweater, he caressed her shoulders. In the wake of his touch, he pressed feathery kisses against her skin. His hands slid around to unclasp her bra. As he pulled it down, his gaze dropped to herbreasts.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for days,” hewhispered.
“Metoo.”
“Lieback.”
She fanned her hair out across the pillow and settled into it. If she hadn’t been lying down, she would have floated away on a cloud ofbliss.
His mouth met hers and lingered until he dragged his breathless kisses across her throat. The quiver in her belly grew as he licked tiny circles around her nipples. When he sucked one between his lips, she moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. He captured the other nipple and tugged and tasted until she ground her hips intothebed.
Every touch brought her closer to him. Every caress bound them together. As he dipped lower to kiss the curve of her belly, she arched against him, desperate to have himinsideher.
“Please,” shewhimpered.
“Shh… I want to go slow. I want to remember every second of making love to you for thefirsttime.”
