Tracking the Bear (Blue Ridge Bears Book 1)(19)

“Are you trying to tease me?” he growled from behind me. I was suddenly aware of his proximity, the heat of him at my back. He didn’t grab my ass the way I’d expected, but he did seize my shoulders, spinning me around to face him.

He looked mad. Maybe I deserved that, after what I’d pulled in the car, but this wasn’t the reaction I’d been expecting. It made me tremble, just a little, to see his huge frame looming over me with actual anger blazing in his dark eyes.

“It’s hard enough to stay away from you without all of this.” He slid one finger into the waistband of my panties and snapped it gently. My body tightened, and sudden unbidden desire pooled inside of me. He kept one large hand on my hip, bracing the other against the wall at my back. He lowered his head, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he brought his mouth to the shell of my ear. Stubble tickled my cheek as he spoke,

“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you were the one then. My spirit half. My mate. You are all I can see. Don’t flaunt yourself intentionally in front of me if you don’t want me to take you, Lucy.”

My head snapped up defiantly and he pulled away, gazing back down at me, his eyes still smoldering with anger and arousal.

“Take me, then,” I snapped.

He let out a low growl and seized me by the waist, hoisting me off the ground. It felt like I was flying for a moment and then I was crashing to earth. We landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs.

His lips came down hard on mine. I wound my fingers into his hair and tugged hard, eliciting another growl from him. He reached between us and almost effortlessly tore the panties off of me. It was seriously hot, but a part of me was miffed.

“Those were expensive,” I muttered between kisses. He tugged my lower lip gently between his teeth and my breath caught. He broke away from our kiss a moment later, trailing nips and bites down my throat. I squirmed beneath him, but there was nowhere to go. I was caged in his long muscular arms.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he promised, and his voice had gotten impossibly deeper. I didn’t miss the husky note in his tone, either.

The hand he’d braced on my hip moved slowly upward, mapping my thigh. I shuddered and tried to squirm from his grasp. I didn’t like anyone touching my legs. They’d been strong and supple once upon a time, from a regular running regime and endless high school soccer games. I hadn’t played any sport since high school, nearly five years ago.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

He paused, fingers still tracing my inner thigh, but he complied. Efforts down below thwarted for the time being, he focused instead on removing my bra.

I’d had my fair share of fumbling awkward encounters in the back of cars and was prepared to help. To my surprise, he got the bra off after only two false starts. I had only a moment to watch it fly across the room and land on the television set before he was descending on my once more.

“Beautiful,” he muttered before carefully testing one nipple with his teeth. I actually whimpered as the action sent equal parts pain and pleasure singing through me. I released my grip on his hair, desperately scrabbling at his back. It was a good thing that I bit my nails, or I would probably have drawn blood.

He reached for my leg again, but this time he only hooked it around his waist, so he could wedge himself between my thighs.

I cried out as he began to rock himself slowly against me. It was almost too much. The pleasant assault on my breasts on the one hand, plucking, teasing, testing me, and the feel of him, thick, hard and ready pressing against my bare sex.

“C-Chance,” I panted. He raised his head to look at me, a wicked smile playing at the edges of his full, gorgeous mouth.

“Yes?”

“Please,” I begged. “Please. I need you inside of me.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to savor you.”

I let out another whimper as he kissed my stomach, dipping his tongue briefly into my navel. I squirmed restlessly, clutching at his back.

He pressed a tender kiss to my hipbone. I was staggered by the emotion on his face. This wasn’t casual for him, not an itch he needed to scratch. He loved me. How? Why?

I jumped as he skimmed his fingers very lightly over my clit. I let out a startled gasp, quickly followed by a moan. He rubbed slow, gentle circles in my heated flesh, watching the pleasure play across my face with a satisfied smile. Without looking away, he inserted first one finger and then another. He curled them, caressing that elusive spot inside of me that a string of high school boyfriends had never been able to find.

He pressed my hips gently back onto the bed as I arched upward toward him. He chuckled and his warm breath fanned across my skin.

He spread my legs further apart and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, sliding to the floor to kneel between them. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I choked.

“Call me Chance,” he said cheekily, parting my folds with one long stroke of his tongue. I clawed at his back again, letting out a soft mewling sound of pleasure. I was too breathless to give a snarky reply in return.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me and I cried out yet again under the relentless assault of his tongue. My legs trembled, and I came apart in his arms.

I was only just coming down from the first when a second, more intense orgasm washed over me. When he finally pushed away, I was boneless and tears ran down my face from the sheer intensity of it.