Bearly Hanging On (The Jamesburg Shifters #6)(43)

With a grunted laugh, Ryan pushed himself to an elbow, taking another second to run his tongue along her sex, groaning deeply, inhaling her, tasting her. When he pulled his finger out, the ache he left was more powerful than any physical pain - she just needed him, nothing else.

He kissed her one last time, slid his tongue around her cleft, and sat back. Jamie followed him, legs around his waist, and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "You gonna get up and dance like a Chippendale?" she asked, biting at her lip, wanting him back so badly she could taste it in the back of her throat.

To answer, he snatched his shirt from her, and yanked hard, popping the buttons off, and ripping the flannel of one of the sleeves as he wrenched it off. "Never seen 'em," he said. "Is this what they do?"

Jamie giggled, and tugged at his belt. He obliged, yanking through the belt loops, even ripping one of them as he did. He was so possessed with her, so intent and laser focused, that he didn’t bother with the button on his fly, he just pried it open and yanked his jeans down to get back to his Jamie.

As he settled back against her body, Jamie arched her back against him, letting the bear's warmth course through her. From head to toe she felt her skin, her nipples, her sex, all prickle and pebble, all surge with the energy bouncing off him and through her. Sweat ran down her body, and his, sticking them together ever so slightly. Every time one of them moved to kiss or tug or anything, the cool night air caressed Jamie's naked body. Goosebumps ran from the back of her legs all the way up her scalp.

The urgent scratching, the hungry kisses and desperate hair pulling had them moving in sync, him against her, his thickness on her belly, his thigh against her clit.

"I can't take this anymore," she groaned, staring straight into Ryan's piercing, soulful brown eyes. "You're making me crazy, you're making me..."

He laughed softly and pulled away, leaving Jamie reaching for him. "I need another taste," he whispered in her ear before sucking at her earlobe, then her neck, then sliding his tongue in a slow circle around each nipple, punctuated by a brief nibble, on the way down her body.

Biting at her navel, then dragging his tongue through the tuft of black hair above her cleft, by the time he sucked at her clit, slid his fingers back inside, Jamie was practically weeping for him to give her what she wanted, what she needed.

When he finally did, the warmth of his massaging tongue, the circles of his fingers inside her, stretching her sweetly, sent electric surges up her back. Jamie arched against him, inviting him deeper, deeper, as deep as he could possibly go.

The next few seconds were a blur - a hot, sweaty, groaning, pushing, sucking blur - that ended with Jamie's eyes shooting open, and white-heat exploding from inside her. She felt the shakes, the tremors, and the ecstasy, radiate from her core out. She gripped the back of Ryan's head, pushing him into her as hard as she could, pushing, thrusting, aching and pulsing.

She closed her eyes, letting it all wash over her, letting the tension release. She squealed, she purred, she smiled, and then before she knew it, Ryan had piled up his clothes and put them under her head as a pillow, and she curled up, her head in the crook of his arm, the beat of his heart lulling her to sleep.

*

"How is it still raining?" Jamie opened her eyes, rubbed at them, and rolled over, surprised to find Ryan still right where he was. "It never storms for this long."

He turned his head and kissed her gently, then curled a lock of her midnight hair around his finger. "Probably because you were only asleep for about fifteen minutes, if I had to guess," he said, smiling his intoxicating, obnoxiously perfect smile.

Jamie laughed under her breath. "I feel like I got run over by a bull," she said, rolling over to face her bear, and returning his kiss with her own little nuzzle under his chin. "Or something very similar, anyway."

"I feel like I've been lying on a stone floor with a beautiful woman's head on my elbow so long my arm went numb. And then she started snoring, but the snoring was cute, so I didn't mind."

With one eyebrow raised, and her lips puffed out, Jamie stared at him for a second. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never snored in my life." For a moment she just cuddled against him, letting his bear heat flow through her chilled body. "And anyway, that's not the right way to be romantic, you big idiot. You're supposed to start with that beautiful woman thing, and then talk about how you didn't want to go to sleep because you'd miss all the cute sounds I was making, and you didn't want to miss a moment of being with me."

Ryan thought for a second, forehead wrinkled in concentration. "Well, I did say you snored cute. Does that count?"

Jamie started laughing, but the next second, he was on top of her again, urging her legs apart with his knee. She opened them, smiling as she felt his heat push against her softest place. "Already?" she asked. "You sure it won't kill you? Only people I've heard about whine about numb elbows were ones that were primed for heart palpitations. Wouldn't want to overwork you."

The answer to her joke was a gentle stroke of his tip up and then down her. "You do crazy, crazy things to me, Ryan Drake," she whispered as he slipped the barest bit of his tip inside of her sex, holding her hands, pinning her to the ground with a kiss on either side of the neck. “But unless you want a cub, you’re not gonna get too excited.”