Soulless (Lawless #2)(29)

My breathing matched his as he grabbed the back of my neck and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, groaning when he released it, pressing his forehead to mine. “There has never ever been anyone like you,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that. But you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” The corners of his mouth turned upward in a crooked smile, his cock throbbing through his jeans against my belly. My insides ached and throbbed and pulsed, and whatever else they were capable of doing at the anticipation of Bear being inside me again. I wondered what was taking him so long to strip me bare and take me against the f*cking wall.

Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace.

My life and my love.

He was also the biggest f*cking tease who was two seconds away from making me explode. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, my chest heaving like I was about to have a heart attack, my nipples so hard they felt as if they were about to fall off. My need dripped embarrassingly down the inside of my thigh.

Bear lowered his voice. “I was thinking that bad girls who don’t listen should be punished, and that maybe I should make you wait for what you want.”

Oh hell no.

I was about to take him up on his original suggestion to keep the fight going while we f*cked when he dropped to his knees and dug his fingers painfully into my hips. He lifted my dress, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled deeply. He licked over my panties, his tongue warm and wet through the fabric. “Your * smells like f*cking heaven. Never smelt anything so good.”

“So f*ck me,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning further back against the wall. Bear’s hold on my waist was the only thing keeping me upright. He stood back up, parted my thighs with his knee and rocked forward, running his shaft over my clit. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked playfully. “Maybe you should beg for it.”

I was painfully aroused, my * contracting and clenching around nothing when it should have been massaging Bear’s cock as he drove it in and out of me. I was seconds away from giving Bear what he wanted and begging him to f*ck me, but I had a better idea on how to end this game he was playing.

In a bold move I reached out and palmed his erection through his jeans. Immediately he threw his head back and hissed as he inhaled sharply though clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he groaned, rocking forward into my palm.

I removed my hand and pushed on his chest, catching him slightly off guard. His step faltered, but he quickly recovered. “What are you doing, little girl?” he asked, his deep vibrating voice massaging me from the inside out, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I took a step forward and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it to the ground. His gaze darted to my naked chest, and maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the way he licked his plump lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth like he was preparing to swallow me whole.

Or maybe it was just that I was ready to take what was mine and I was tired of waiting.

I rolled my nipples between my fingers and Bear’s mouth dropped open. “I missed your perfect tits,” he said, nostrils flaring. Again he dropped to his knees, this time to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Gently at first and then harder making me gasp. He rolled his tongue over it slowly and then faster and faster, the same way he would when he was licking my clit. I held on to the sides of his head for support, threading my hands through his long hair as he moved from one nipple to the other, leaving each sensitive peak for just enough time for them to turn cold in the warm night air.

He stood abruptly and kissed me hard. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly against him, almost too tight. It wasn’t just a passionate kiss. It was a message. This was Bear telling me that I was still his. That he wasn’t ever letting me go.

I snaked my way between us, running my hand down Bear’s stomach. He broke our kiss to look down to where my hand was resting on the waistband of my panties. I watched his expression as I pushed my hand inside and dipped my fingers into my wetness.

“Fuck,” he said, the control he was so adamant about having moments ago to teach me a lesson was cracking quickly as he watched me push my fingers in and out of the place I needed him most.

“MMMMMMMMMM,” I moaned and although it felt good it felt nowhere near as good as when it was Bear’s fingers inside of me.

I was forced to remove my hand from my panties when Bear pushed them down to my ankles. I was completely naked. “So beautiful,” Bear muttered, undoing his belt. I pushed his jeans down over his perfect ass and they fell to the ground. He reached around me and lifted me up into his arms with one hand, pinning me against the wall.

Instead of impaling me with his cock, which is what I was sure he was going to do, with his free hand he circled my clit with his thumb and inserted two fingers inside my * while trailing kisses on my breasts and stomach. With just that little contact, I was already so close to coming and I knew from the pressure building that when I did come, it was going to be explosive. “Do you want to come on my fingers, or my cock, baby?” My * clenched around his fingers, approving of the sound.

“Cock,” I answered on a strangled cry, so close to release my core felt heavy and tight.

“Good girl,” Bear said, releasing his hold on me just enough so I could slide down and he could align his cock with my entrance.