Bo’s hand slipped under the hem of the shorts I had on. His fingers brushed my clit, and my panic faltered for a moment.
“Don’t try to distract me,” I breathed.
“You need a distraction.”
“I need to—panic.” The break in my words came with the arch of my back as he slowly rubbed my clit between two of his hot, rough fingers.
“Panicking isn’t going to help, Madi.”
“Sex isn’t either.”
“You love sex.”
“So do you.”
He rumbled in agreement. “Damn straight. Everything is going to work out, Madi.”
“You don’t know that.” My words were basically a moan.
“I do.”
“You can’t.”
Bo pinched my clit, and my hips jerked. “Sure I can.”
I shoved my shorts down my thighs, and he opened my legs wider. My back was still to his chest, and he knew what I wanted.
His cock inside me.
His ladder of piercings hitting my g-spot, making me come repeatedly.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He filled me with his fingers and pulled out to spread my slickness.
“You’re always so fucking hard for me,” I tossed back.
“Every minute you’re with me.” His lips brushed my shoulder for a kiss at the base of my throat. “You’re still mine, remember?”
For a few more days.
Or less, if I ended up taking my chances at an escape out the window instead of waiting for the snow to melt.
“For now,” I said, pulling his hand away from my core so I could line his erection up with my opening.
He snarled against my shoulder as I sank down on him. “Forever.”
“Sure.” My eyes closed, my head tipping back.
“Say it.” His growl was fierce. The bear was speaking for him. Demanding I say what he wanted to hear.
“Forever, Ambrose.” I moved my hips, making sounds of pleasure as the motion drove him deeper inside me. The movement rocked those insane piercings exactly where I wanted them.
Bo’s teeth brushed my throat as I worked his cock, building the tension in my lower belly as I took myself closer and closer to the edge of my pleasure.
He wasn’t going to bite me.
I knew he wasn’t.
He was just… possessive. And trying to ease my fear.
