Husband Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire #1)(39)

He huffed a small breath. “How could I explain them away to a bedmate?”

“So then they’re only for me.”

His face softened from a steely expression to one of thoughtfulness.

She kissed his ribs again and said, “This is mine, and you are mine, just like I’m yours, Ian. Don’t regret them. I love them. I love everything about you.”

“Even the animal?”

The rip of his zipper was loud in the silence that hung between them. “Especially the animal.”

“Why?” he asked quietly as she carefully pushed his pants down his hips.

“Because without him, you would’ve been settled with someone else long before you found me.”

Ian’s oversize, calloused hand cupped her cheek gently, and his eyes filled with some emotion too big for her to understand. Elyse leaned forward and kissed just beside his belly button, then bit him gently on the strip of defined muscle that covered his hip bone. A shudder took his body as she pushed the elastic band of his briefs down, unsheathing his long, thick erection. It was every bit as intimidating as when it was shielded behind his jeans, and the nervous flutters were back in her belly with a vengeance.

She blew a soft breath over the swollen tip, and it throbbed once in a sexy reaction that drew a smile from her lips. Ian put his hands behind his head, gripping his hair as if he were trying to control his urge to hold her instead.

“You can touch me. Tell me what you like.” Because sure as shit she wasn’t going to be any good at this. Cole had been a man of many complaints.

Ian’s chest heaved with his breath as he slid one of his hands around the back of her head and clenched her hair in a gentle grasp. His nostrils flared above her as he pulled her toward him. She slid her mouth over him, and his hips jerked. “Sorry,” he murmured, loosening his grip.

She ran her fingertips up his powerful legs and took him deeper. Ian released a shuddering breath and pulled her to him faster. “Oh my God, Elyse.” His voice was raspy and rushed.

Sensitive man, so easily pleased, and she should’ve known she would be enough for him. Gripping Ian at the base, she turned pliable in his grasp, heeding the pace he wanted and reveling in his reaction to the touch of her tongue against his shaft. His hips moved with her, pumping slowly into her mouth every stroke she allowed. And when his growl rattled him, she slid her hand up his stomach just to feel the vibration. She was so wet against the mattress under her, and for what? She hadn’t been touched at all, but pleasing Ian was such a turn-on right now. She’d never found such pleasure in taking care of someone else, but now his abs were flexing every time she took him in her mouth, and he let off a low groan that said she was doing something right.

“Elyse, stop, stop, stop.”

Or not. She pulled off him and glanced up, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” His eyes had gone a dark brown, and he was breathing heavy. “I don’t want to come like that. I want to do it with you.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide the proud smile on her lips, she really did, but Ian had her feeling like a goddess right now. Her insides were practically glowing as he lowered her back against the bed and nudged her knees wider apart.

He lowered his hips against hers, and the head of his cock pressed right against her opening, teasing. This was it, and as she locked her eyes with his, gone dark and hungry, a moment of fear seized her. This was different from anything she’d ever felt with a man, and what they were about to do would change her. It would change them.

But when Ian lowered his lips to hers and kissed her so gently it stole her breath, the fear evaporated. She rocked her hips against him, enticing him. Ian pulled away with a smack of his lips and gritted his teeth, closed his eyes. “It’s hard to stay gentle,” he whispered.

She loved him for the admission. Admired him for his obvious effort not to hurt her. But she’d been worked up for days and was ready for him. Lifting her head off the bed to meet him, she kissed him and scratched her nails slowly up his back. His hips jerked, and his tongue slipped past her lips. He slid into her, stretching her. The burn was overshadowed by how good he felt inside her. Ian pulled her wrists above her head and bit her bottom lip harder than he had before. A needy moan left her lips as she spread her legs wider, allowing him better access. His powerful hips bucked forward again, harder, driving himself deeper into her. He was shaking now, trying to keep control, but he didn’t need to anymore. She wanted all of him. Animal and man and teetering control, she wanted him to be himself with her.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

A snarl ripped from his chest as he bucked into her so deep he bumped her clit. His eyes were midnight now, his face feral as he pumped into her again and again. His kisses were less controlled. Harder lips and grazing teeth as he trailed them from her lips to her neck, down her shoulder to the inside of her arm where he bit her hard enough to draw a gasp from her lips and make her writhe against him. He was losing it, and she reveled in the fierce abandon in his eyes. When he drew one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, Elyse cried out as the pressure inside of her became too much. Pounding pleasure pulsed through her as Ian slammed into her again, harder and harder. He slid his body further up against hers, gripping the back of her neck as he buried his face against her collarbone and snarled out her name. Erratically, he slid into her, and she could feel it now as he let off a wild sound from his throat. Warmth shot into her with every thrust until he was emptied, and still, her aftershocks pounded on, long after he eased to a stop.