Soulless (Lawless #2)(28)

Bear cut me off. “Shut up.”

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to lash out at him and give him the verbal beating I’d planned the entire drive back in the truck but had somehow forgot. The last thing I wanted was for his demand to shut up to make me want to grab him by the beard and yank his face between my legs. I tried the anger route one last time, closing my eyes for a moment in an attempt to break free of the lust-fog that had taken over. I stomped my foot on the ground and took a deep breath and kept my eyes shut. “You can’t just tell me to—”

“Shut up,” Bear repeated again.

My eyes sprang open to find him gazing down at me, his eyelids heavy, his breathing erratic. Without thinking, I reached out and ran the pad of my thumb over the line of freckles under his eyes and much to my surprise he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. He grabbed my hand and brought my thumb to his mouth, briefly sucking on the tip.

My nipples hardened, begging to be touched.

“Bear,” I started again, desperate to say my peace.

“Fuck me,” Bear said.

“What?” I asked like I hadn’t heard him, but I had. Loud and clear. My body had too, every part of me impossibly turned on and aching for relief from the torturous arousal Bear had ignited. My core clenched and I pressed my lips together, trying not to give away how affected I was by him.

“You heard me. I know you did,” Bear said, slowly, seductively. He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “But just in case you didn’t, I don’t mind saying it again.” He dipped in close, his lips brushing against mine when he said, “f*ck me,” again.

My hands, with minds of their own, slid from his face down his chest, landing on the ridges of his defined abs. “Or better yet,” he said, craning his neck to suck my earlobe. “I’ll f*ck you. We’ll f*ck each other. Doesn’t really matter, baby. I’ve been thinking of nothing else but f*cking you in every position invented for six long f*cking months and I’m not about to let anything get in my way, not even that smart mouth of yours.”

I hadn’t even realized we were moving until my back hit the side of the house and I was trapped between the wall and the heat of his hard, shirtless body. “I’ve f*cking missed you,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “So f*cking much.” He rubbed his nose against mine then trailed it down my neck, sending shivers down my back and need between my legs as if he’d already touched me there. “So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna f*ck you, baby. I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” Bear rocked his hips against me like he was sealing the promise, his hardness prodding against my stomach.

Bear continued f*cking me with his words. “That dress you’re wearing makes me want to push my cock between your f*cking tits.” His erratic breathing became harder and faster. “I can see your hard nipples.” He licked his lips. “Are you thinking about me tasting them?” He ran his fingertips over the rounded mounds of my breasts, then snaked a finger into the top of my dress, grazing a rough fingertip within millimeters of my nipple.

Tease.

Bear pulled back slightly and looked down at me. His gaze was dark. A mixture of lust and pain. His eyebrows knitted together. “It’s been too f*cking long since I’ve touched you,” he said, the pad of his thumb finally making contact with the hardened peak of my nipple. As much as I tried to contain myself, I couldn’t. I moaned loudly, and it was as much because of the contact as it was because he quickly removed his hand from my dress, and I immediately wanted it back. He reached down, his fingers trailing up my thigh and back into my dress, stopping just short of the edge of my panties.

“I can feel how hot your * is for me and I’m not even touching it yet,” Bear groaned into my neck. “Let’s see if you’re as wet as you are warm.” Pushing the scrap of cotton to the side, he slowly dragged one long finger over my clit and into the wetness between my folds, causing me to buck against him when he traced my inner lips. “Holy shit. You’re so f*cking wet, baby. So f*cking beautiful,” he said, pulling his finger out and popping it in his mouth and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he said, as if he’d just taken a bite of the most heavenly dessert there was.

His eyes locked onto mine as he gave his finger one last lick before closing the space between us and crushing his mouth to mine. The second my lips parted and I could taste myself on his tongue I was lost in the sensations of Bear and our connection, which had only grown stronger during our time apart.

I’d lost the war of words while Bear had clearly won the battle over my body. He pulled back just enough to speak, but not enough to sever the connection of our lips. His tongue still licking and tasting me between words. “We can still fight if you want, f*ck knows I’m still angry enough, but if we are, we’re gonna do it with my cock inside your *. While I’m filling you. Stretching you. Feeling what’s mine.”

I shuddered. A full body shudder that was so strong I wouldn’t have been surprised if my teeth started chattering.

“Let’s go inside,” I suggested on a whisper. He smelled like soap, sweat, cigarettes, and need. The hard lines of his rippling muscles contracted rapidly as he struggled for more air. For more me.

For more us.