Bear eases himself between them before lowering to his belly. I watch, fascinated, as with a primal growl he reaches out a shaking hand to run a finger through my slick folds, exposing my clit to his hungry gaze.
A shudder works its way through me as, bending his head, Bear licks the little nub before sucking it into his mouth. I can’t help fisting the bedding as he licks his way to my entrance and fucks me with his stiffened tongue. As I tighten around him, Bear goes back to sucking on my clit and gently eases a finger into my rippling channel.
“Oh my God, Bear. I’m going to come.”
I feel him add another finger and shorten his strokes while continuing to lavish attention on the little nub. With a seeming life of its own, my body arches up off the mattress. Waves of pleasure crash through me, so intense I couldn’t lie still if I tried. When the last spasm washes through me, all I can do is collapse back onto the bed beneath me, limp as a wet noodle. With a satisfied grin on his face, he crawls his way up my body to rest on his elbows when he’s eye-to-eye with me.
He aims that lethal grin at me, close quarters. “You’re gorgeous when you come. Did you know that?”
I can feel color stain my cheeks. Leaning down, he claims my lips, and I can taste myself on him. My face heats even more before I lose all train of thought as Bear makes love to my mouth. Damn, this man can kiss. Then again, he seems to be good at making love in general. He’s got some serious moves.
When we’re both completely breathless, Bear breaks the kiss, and we take a moment to catch our breath. Breathing almost back to normal, I watch as he wraps a hand around that impressive cock, then feel him rub the tip over my aching clit, drawing an involuntary low moan from me. He inches slowly into my body, giving me time to adjust before pushing in a little more, until he’s finally balls-deep inside me.
He touches his lips to mine. “Okay?”
I nod. Smiling up at him, I reply, “More than okay.”
And just when I’m about to beg, he starts to move. Powering in and out of my body, Bear sets a fast rhythm. Feeling my body tighten, I know it won’t be long before another big orgasm takes me down. But when he drops to his elbows, tucking them tight against my body, I’m lost.
Shifting my legs higher up around his waist, it changes the angle, allowing him to go deeper. I feel myself go even slicker and my inner muscles ripple.
“Bear …,” I gasp.
“Let go, princess. Give it to me.” Reaching between us, he presses his thumb against my clit, and for the second time in less than an hour, I feel myself being catapulted into freefall as another shattering orgasm breaks over me. Digging my nails into his ass, I cry out his name.
For long moments, I drift on an ocean of contentment. When it feels like I can draw a deep breath, I look up at Bear with the idea of saying something funny or clever. But I lose my train of thought when I get a look at his face. His teeth are clenched, and he appears to be breathing through the pleasure.
Dropping his head, Bear buries his face in my neck, groaning long and low as his own orgasm washes over him. Despite appearing lost in his own pleasure, he still has the presence of mind to roll to his back so as not to crush me, taking me with him and somehow managing to keep us intimately connected. He lays there breathing hard, as if he’s just run a marathon.
I shift to his side, smoothing a hand over his heaving chest. Fit as he is, it isn’t long before his breathing returns to normal. The arm he has wrapped around me tucks me closer to his side, and he drops a kiss on my forehead. We lay like that for a while, the room quiet except for our breathing. Still buzzed from all the alcohol I’ve consumed, I feel myself drifting. I haven’t felt this content in a long, long time.
Having slept like the dead for the first time since being injured, I wake up with the most God-awful headache to find a frosted glass of water and a couple of pain pills. Swallowing those down, I head for the bathroom to take care of business before going in search of Bear.
I find him staring out the living room window, a troubled look on his face.
“Morning,” he says without looking my way.
“Morning.” I’m not sure what’s changed, but something’s off this morning. Frowning at the man, I silently will him to look at me. “Something wrong?” I finally ask, unable to ignore the feeling.
I watch his chest expand in a deep sigh, and my anxiety ramps up.
“Come sit for a minute.” Bear turns to the sofa, waiting for me to take a seat. Dropping down beside me, he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Eloise.”
Those words never bode well. “So help me — if you apologize for last night, I’m liable to sock you upside the head.” The words come out more combative that I intend, but I can’t help it.
Shock flashes across his handsome face. “God, no. Last night was incredible. Itisabout last night though.” He scratches his chin. Swallows. “We got so caught up in the moment, neither of us thought about protection. I’m clean – we have to get tested regularly for work. But – well, there’s other considerations.”
Tears form unexpectedly. Dropping my gaze so he won’t see them, I shake my head. “Nothing to worry about there. I’m clean too. We also go through similar health checks at work. As for falling pregnant, we’re in the clear there – definitely not a concern.”
6
BEAR
I’m sure the relief I feel at Eloise’s words must show on my face. I don’t want to offend her, but the last thing I want is children. The age-old saying “like father, like son” haunts me. I wouldneverwant to put any children through the hell my father put me through. As for how he treated my mama – I don’t want to take the chance I turn out like him.
I don’t know if that sickness lives dormant in me, and I don’t want to risk finding out the hard way that it does. No woman deserves that. So, rather than chance it, it’s better to simply scratch that occasional itch and move on.
Things are a little awkward following our conversation, and the old twitchy feeling between my shoulder blades has me eyeing the door. The last thing I want to do, though, is hurt Eloise, make her feel used. So we continue to sit there in uncomfortable silence before she finally breaks it.
