Forbidden Bear (Bear Creek Biker Bears #1)(8)
“Do you think it’s that easy?” she asked.
“If we want it to be,” he said, lifting his hand up to stroke her cheek, but she shied away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Let’s go inside.”
He opened the door, his hand finding hers and he took her through into a small sitting room, where a fire was laid. Bending down he lit it, blowing in the small flame as it struggled to catch the kindling. Then the fire caught and the flames danced, illuminating the timber walls of the cabin.
When he turned to her, she knew she couldn’t hide any longer. He rose up and covered the four steps that brought him to her side quickly, fluidly, and her body longed for him. This time when he reached up, she didn’t turn her head, but when he gasped, she wondered if he might be turned off by the purple bruises on her face.
“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice harsh, rage barely concealed.
“It doesn’t matter,” she answered. “He looks a lot worse, I can tell you.”
“A fight?” Stunned, he dropped his hand to his side. “You were in a fistfight?”
She felt ashamed. He no doubt wanted a little woman who would stay at home and cook and clean for him, always at his beck and call. Bears. Mia did what she was good at; she became defensive.
“If your gang hadn’t stolen our stuff, it wouldn’t have happened. When I got back I was challenged. What do you want me to do, be a doormat?” Her fists were clenched at her sides, ready to fight.
“Hey, no, honey, that’s not what I want at all. I just wish I could be there for you and protect you.” He moved towards her, encircling her waist and pulling her close.
“I don’t need protecting, Joel.”
He growled deep in his chest, and the sound spread long tendrils of desire through her body. “You might,” he said, kissing her neck. “From me.”
Chapter Eight – Joel
The bruises on her face hurt him as much as they must have hurt her. Somehow, it affected his male pride. She was his; no man should dare to place a finger on her, let alone a fist. But he understood she had her pride, and her own life, a way of surviving before she met him. Damn, if it didn’t make him want to tear someone’s head off.
Consoling himself in her arms was all her could think of. If he turned his anger into desire, he could get rid of this pent-up emotion filling him. So he concentrated on the touch of her lips, of the taste of her, and the feel of her in his arms. He used her body to ground himself, although the sensations she evoked in him made it difficult for him to believe this was all real.
“Mia, are you sure about this?” He had to ask.
“Shut up and kiss me. I don’t want to talk. I don’t really want to know anything about you. But my body craves you.”
He laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “That is never going to go away, honey. Believe me once I’ve made love to you, you are going to want to crave me all over again.”
“Modest,” she said, her hand going down between their bodies to squeeze and stroke his cock. “But I see you have some impressive merchandise of your own. So let’s see if you can live up to that promise.”
“I will, don’t worry about that. Tonight is all about how much pleasure I can give you. Right now, we ought to remove these clothes of yours, so I can kiss every inch of your skin.” He hoped his prowess in bed would be greater than his way with words; he sounded corny. Faced with his true mate, one so tough, at least on the exterior, he wondered if he might fail to impress her in any way.
He was sure going to try, though. First, he slipped her leather jacket off her shoulders, his hands sliding down over her skin-tight leather catsuit, feeling every curve of her body. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he felt the heat of her desire, and it magnified his, his cock growing harder in her hand.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“I think that might be a good idea.”
He picked her up, nestling his body between her thighs as she straddled him. Her hands wound around his neck and she kissed his face, finally pressing her lips against his. Opening his mouth, he allowed her to slide her tongue into his, sucking on it hard and feeling her body jerk forward against his cock.
Damn, she was the hottest thing he had ever taken to his bed, and from this moment on, she would be the only woman he would ever make love to again.
Chapter Nine – Mia
She thought she would come right there and then. His teeth grazed her tongue, his mouth sucking on it as she pulled back from him. He excited her, made her feel alive. All the crap that was her life melted away, all that mattered was Joel and he was perfect. Her perfect mate.
Setting her down on the bed, he knelt on the floor before her. She was sure his hands trembled as they reached for her zip and pulled it down, her breasts bursting out of her tight leather catsuit. Sighing contentedly, obviously happy with what he saw, he knelt higher, placing his hands on her leathers and slipping them off her shoulders, at the same time kissing her breasts where they swelled over her bra.
Mia wriggled, trying to help him get her clothes off, as impatient as him for her to be naked.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and she did, although her knees felt weak.
Joel pushed her catsuit right down over her thighs and realised he had to take her boots off. He placed his hand on her hips to support her and helped her step out of her boots, followed by the rest of her clothes. Now she stood before him in only her bra and panties.