Bear Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire #2)(15)

Jenner was like a star, too hot, too fast, and she was being burned up by him. But for some reason, she couldn’t find a damned thing wrong with that right now. It had been so long since she’d wanted a man this badly. No, scratch that. She arched her back and sighed as he rocked his hips against hers again. She’d never wanted anyone like this. Was it rushing? Hell yes, and Jenner wasn’t a man to give her heart to, but maybe if she could just forget about everything for a while, just let go, then perhaps she could find herself again in the aftermath. Aftermath? Ha. Jenner was a tornado that likely destroyed everything in his wake. If she did this with him, she faced destruction, but if she didn’t…it felt like destruction that way, too.

His lips were back on hers, his breath quick as though he was just as lost in this as she was. When his warm hand pressed under her bra, cupping her full breast, she lost all reason. And if he didn’t stop rubbing his giant dick against her jeans, she was going to come right here and now.

She reached under his shirt and clawed a long rake down his back with her nails, and Jenner arched his neck back. He reared up and pulled his shirt over his head, then tossed it into the grass beside them. The silver scars were stark against his tanned skin, and the new claw marks were red, raw, and un-bandaged. He was killing her with how f*cking sexy he was.

“Claw me again.” His eyes looked darker now. Maybe lust did that to him, or perhaps the mid-day, saturated sunlight behind him was to blame. Either way, she didn’t care about anything right now other than the friction he was building between her legs and that sexy noise in his throat.

She obeyed, dragging her nails down his back again as he kissed her breathless. She ran her hands over the strips of muscles at his hips and reached down the front of his pants. The second she brushed the head of his shaft, a deep shiver took Jenner’s shoulders. She’d done that, affected his body so easily. Feeling bold, she reached farther inside his pants and pulled a slow stroke of him.

“Fff*ck,” he murmured in a shaking voice as he rolled his hips against her hand.

And when she looked up to meet his gaze again, she could see it. The wildness, the abandon, the dazed look that said he was rutting and desperate for her.

“Jenner,” she whispered, his name tinged with desperation from her lips. “Touch me.”

There was a moment between them—just an instant—before Jenner leaned down, kissed her so hard she could feel his teeth against her swollen lips, then flipped her over like she weighed nothing.

Baffled on how she’d gotten on her hands and knees, she gasped as he unbuttoned the snap on her jeans and ripped her zipper downward. He reached into the front of her panties and as he dragged a finger against her clit, the sound rattling his chest turned guttural. It wasn’t until he’d yanked her pants halfway down that she realized what he meant to do. He was going to take her from behind like some wild animal, but this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

“Jenner,” she panted out. “Not like this. Not for my first time.”

Jenner jolted to a stop, one hand against the wetness he’d created between her legs, the other on the waist of her jeans. “What?”

Her arms were shaking now as the adrenaline in her pounding blood did something strange to her body. It softened the muscles and made it hard to hold herself upright. “I want it differently for my first time.”

“Our first time,” he said in a strange voice.

Lena swallowed hard and looked over her shoulder. “No, I mean, it’s my first time to do this.”

“With anyone?” His eyes went wide and horrified, and his expression hurt like a slap against her skin.

Unable to speak, she nodded.

Jenner ripped his hands away from her and crawled backward, as if he couldn’t escape her fast enough. “You’re a virgin?”

Tears stung her eyes now at how mortified he looked. Slowly, she sat back on her folded legs and pulled up her jeans. Lips pursed, she nodded again with her back to him.

“Fuck, Lena. We almost…I almost…I could’ve hurt you!” His voice snapped with anger, and she hunched her shoulders against it. “You should’ve been upfront with me.”

“What are you talking about?” she cried in fury. “It’s not something I talk about with everyone, Jenner! And I didn’t know we were going to fool around. How could I have known? You like me one minute and reprimand me the next.”

Jenner stood and ran his hands through his hair. “Are you waiting?”

“For what? Marriage?”

“Yeah! Because I’m telling you right now, I’m not even good to date.”

“Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that, Jenner.”

“What?”

“Dalton said the same thing, and I’m pretty f*cking sick of not being trusted to make up my own mind who I want to spend time with. And no, the idea wasn’t to wait until marriage.” She blasted upward and jammed her foot against the ground at the fact that Jenner was really going to pull this admission from her right now when she was pissed. “I was already married once.”

Jenner drew backward like she’d socked him across the jaw. “You were married?” Now he was yelling in earnest, and the sheer volume of his voice stung her ears. “That doesn’t even make any sense. How can you be a virgin if you were married?”