Truly, Madly, Whiskey(80)
One of his arms circled her waist, and the other snuck into her hair, tugging it from its tether. It tumbled around their faces as they kissed, and she worked him with her hand. She stroked him hard and tight the way he liked, taking extra care to squeeze at the top. His kisses drew her in, turning her loving thoughts darker. Hearing his masculine groans made her want to feel more of him.
“Bear,” she said feverishly. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“We can’t use a condom in the tub.”
“I don’t want to. Can I just feel you for one second inside of me without you coming? I need to be closer to you.”
He ground his teeth together. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want, but seriously, that’s playing with fire no matter how much control I have.”
Adrenaline and passion burned through her, making her heart race and her breathing ragged. She kissed him again. “One second, that’s all. I’m definitely going to see my doctor about getting on birth control. Jesus, how do people hold back? I want so much more of you.”
He smiled as he kissed her, lifting her up and lowering her slowly onto his shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.
“Ohmygod. You feel so big. This is heaven.” She moved, and he gripped her hips, stilling her.
“No moving. Heaven and hell, sugar.”
She whimpered as she forced herself to climb off the most glorious man on earth. “Come on.”
He held on to her as they stepped from the tub. The second her feet were firmly planted on the bath mat, he plastered his body to hers, kissing her breathless.
She took his hand and ran toward the bedroom, not caring that they were dripping wet and sudsy. He tackled her on the bed in a fit of laughter, nearly crushing Harley, who scampered to the floor.
“Condom,” she said urgently.
He sheathed himself in seconds, surprising her when he sat up against the headboard and reached for her, lifting and lowering her onto his shaft as he’d done in the tub. “Ride me, baby.”
She put her hands on his shoulders, and he took her breast in his mouth. She was already so close to losing it, she held on tight, hoping to stave off her orgasm. Her head fell back as their bodies moved in perfect sync. He lavished her other breast with the same attention, circling her nipple with his tongue, then closing his mouth around it. Cool air rushed over her damp, heated skin, bringing even more titillating pleasure. Cupping her breast in one hand, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive tip, causing her whole body to clench.
“Bear,” she panted out.
His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing as he pressed in deeper, stroking over the hidden spot that he seemed to find so easily, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. He pulled her into another mind-numbing kiss, capturing her cries. She could feel his body growing tense as hers gripped and pulsed around him, urging him toward release. She rode him faster, and his fingers tightened in her hair.
She could feel him holding back, knew he wanted to last for her. She loved that about him. “Let go,” she said against his lips. “I love when you lose control.”
A rough, male groan sailed from his lungs as he found his release. “Baby, baby, baby.”
They lay on the damp sheets for a long while, until goose bumps covered her body and he insisted they change the sheets. After changing the sheets and cleaning up the trail of water they’d left from the bathroom to the bedroom, she was digging through her shirts looking for something soft to put on when Bear handed her a bundled-up shirt.
“What’s this?” She looked down at the soft black material.
“Something I got you on the island.”
She shook it out and read the silver letters. Whiskey Loves Me. She clutched it to her chest. “You made this for me?”
He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her. “I loved you then. I love you even more now.” He took it from her and slipped it over her head. It fell to her thighs. “For those nights when you might forget.”
“I could never forget, and not just because you text me your name, or because of this shirt, which I love. But because you have imprinted here.” She covered her heart. “And that’ll never go away.”
“Good, baby, because I want you to always know that you can count on me. My love for you will only get stronger, no matter what we’re going through.”
Her stomach growled, and he touched his forehead to hers.
“Ice cream,” she said. “I need it.”
He pulled on a pair of jeans, and they went out on the balcony and shared a pint of ice cream from her freezer. The warm evening air brushed over her skin. She’d had one of the roughest nights of her life, and still, it was one of the best. She’d learned so much about her family, and herself, over the past few hours, she almost felt guilty for being so happy.
Bear stood beside her, leaning against the railing. “I want to be with you every night. Every morning. Every minute. Do you want that?”
“I’ll ask Gemma if you can come to work with me, like Harley.” Her heartbeat sped up. She missed him so much on the nights they were apart. She had to fight the urge to throw herself into his arms and say, “Yes!” This was a moment she’d never allowed herself to dream of, and she wanted to savor it. There were so many seemingly unattainable moments, but she realized that falling in love didn’t count as one. Falling for Bear had been a massive number of moments woven together like an unbreakable web of love.