He reluctantly pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabbed her bags and followed her toward the front of the house. With each step, his bear struggled to be unleashed. This time, his need to escape wasn’t predicated on rage.This time, his bear was struggling to keephismate.
As they reached the door, she started to pull it open. He reached passed her and pushed it closed. “I can’t let youleave.”
Her nostrils flared. “Don’t do this. Don’t make my memories of you into somethingterrible.”
“Can you honestly say you don’t feel what I’m feeling? Don’t you get that there’s a connection between us that can’t be denied?” He didn’t intend to raise his voice, but the passion behind his words seepedintothem.
“Mack,I—”
He scooped her up and carried her back into his bedroom. He had to show her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and sometimes words wereinadequate.
As he crossed the threshold into his room, he kicked the door closed. The frame vibrated from theforce.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung to him. “Putmedown.”
When he reached the bed, he lowered her onto it. She tried to sit up, but he covered her with his body. The moment she opened her lips, he kissed them. Soft, warm and supple, his need to claim her ruined his self-control. The wildness inside him came out through his dark, possessive kisses. He needed her, wanted her. With each kiss, he hoped to break down the wallbetweenthem.
She gasped between kisses. At first she pressed against his chest, but then she wrapped her arms around him and drew himcloser.
“Oh, honey,” he murmured against the hollow of herthroat.
“Ican’tstay.”
“No. Don’t go. Please, not yet.” He trailed kisses across her neck and down to her breasts. She arched against him and moaned as he pulled her shirt out of herpants.
She writhed beneath him as he slid his hand down her pants. When he found her hot, wet core, he knew he wasn’t wrong. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was just afraid. That bastard Ben had ruined everything when he’dshownup.
As he rubbed her slick, moist heat across her clit, she shivered. He knew where she liked to be touched and took full advantage of the situation. If she’d told him to stop, he would have, but she didn’t. Instead, she moaned against histhroat.
Encouraged by her sensual response, he slipped his fingers into her. With a gasp and low groan, she moved her hips, forcing himdeeper.
“Please,” she whispered with wantondesperation.
He moved slowly, deliberately, coaxing her closer to the brink of abandon. As his own hunger built, she whimpered and moved against him. His gaze dropped to meet hers and in doing so, sparked a wildfireoflust.
Lips parted, throat arched, the sounds coming from deep within her chest aroused him so completely, that he yearned to sink into her. As he kneed her thighs apart, he reached to unbutton herpants.
She grabbed his wrist. “We havetostop.”
He growled in frustration. “Ineedyou.”
“Wecan’t.”
He stroked her clit. “Justyouthen.”
An aura of conflicted need rolled off her in waves. She released his wrist and brought her hand up over her head. When she didn’t protest, he rolled his fingers against the walls of her pussy. Thrusting in rhythmic percussion, he swirled his thumb across her clit. He wasn’t playing fair and he knew it, but he didn’t care. The look on her face, the expression of pure lust, was worth leaving his own needsunfulfilled.
When her eyes flew open, he knew she was close. He kept the pace steady, relentless. She clenched around him and screamed as rolling waves fluttered across his fingers. A blissful peace settled overherface.
He slowly withdrew his hand then moved to cradle her against him. “Please,stay.”
She clung to him. “I need time. I need to think. And I need to bealone.”
He released her, stunned that she still wanted to leave. “Areyousure?”
“Yes.”
He hung his head. What else could he do? He couldn’t force her to want to stay. Maybe if she had time to think, then she’d realize that they were fatedmates.
