Wounds to Bear (Heart of The Bear #1)(12)

He let out a shaky breath. “This won’t be slow, and I’m sorry. I want you too much.”

“Too much talking, not enough touching, shifter.”

“Jenna.” His choked voice vibrated through her—then his cock slid between her legs and she gasped, arching against him.

“So wet,” he whispered, and pushed inside her. “God, so tight. Shit, Jenna—”

He grabbed her hip and drove himself into the hilt.

She let out a low cry, and barely had time to adjust to him before he started moving. His deep, hard strokes left her breathless, heat spiraling through her. She reached back and grabbed his impressive ass to pull him closer, feel him deeper.

“Roman—oh, God—” She tilted her hips, her free hand clutching the sheets. He pounded into her, growling every time he touched her core. “Faster—”

“Jenna—” He panted, his voice strained. “Don’t want to hurt—”

“I’m—good. I need—” He tucked his legs up under hers and changed the angle. She almost climaxed right then. “Roman—”

His breath heated her throat, then his mouth found her sensitive skin, his lips and tongue tasting her as he thrust faster. She dropped her head back to give him more access—and her body clamped around him when his teeth scraped her skin.

He moved faster, so thick and hard now she knew he was close. God, he felt so good inside her, filling her completely, touching her deeper than any man. When his thrusts became more frantic, she clutched the wrought iron headboard and held on.

“Jenna—” He stiffened, and his fingers dug into her hip as he plunged into her. “Shit—”

His explosive orgasm triggered hers. She arched back, pleasure washing through her, his hot seed spilling inside her. Roman thrust deep, his low growls turning her on in a way she didn’t expect. He triggered a second orgasm, and she fought for breath, shuddering as he moved inside her, finally slowing. With a low, deep growl, he curled his body around her and nuzzled her throat.

She let herself relax against his broad chest. Their sweat mingled, his smelling salty, with a rich musk scent that made her want to snuggle in and just sniff him.

“Jenna. My beautiful Jenna.” He slid his hand over her hip, slowly, like he was worshipping the generous curve of it. Jenna closed her eyes, fighting the tears in her throat. No man ever touched her with such—reverence. “I can’t stop touching you.”

His big, calloused hand dipped down to her waist, the long fingers spreading, so they caressed her belly. She moaned, already aroused again. He pressed her back against his chest, then slid his hand up, leaving heat in his wake, slowly working his way up to her aching breasts.

With a gasp she arched into his hand as it closed over her breast.

“All these lush curves, and this waist, that I could fit my hands around.” He whispered against her ear, and she gasped, her nipple aching and taut as he teased it with his thumb. “I want to drown myself in these beautiful breasts.”

That ache shot straight through her, and she stroked him, not surprised that he was hard again.

“Roman—please…”

He moved, heat building again with every long, deep stroke. She covered the hand on her breast with her own, feeling his fingers caress and tease her nipple until she wanted to scream.


“This time, my beautiful Jenna, I’m going to do slow.”

He spread his hand over her belly, holding her in place as he pulled out, then filled her again. The slow, deep strokes left her gasping for breath.

“Roman—please—”

He cut off any other protest when he thrust into her. She gasped, feeling every inch of him as he embedded himself. Before she could recover he started moving, hard and fast. Heat burned through her, every deep stroke taking her closer to the edge.

Roman growled, stroking her faster. Desperate, Jenna clutched the quilt, all her focus on the feel of him inside her, driving her higher.

The climax slammed into her like a wave.

She convulsed around him, losing control. With a shout Roman stiffened, and plunged inside her, his climax setting off a second orgasm, so intense she forgot to breathe. He kept stroking her, stretching out the pleasure, until they both collapsed on the bed.

Jenna sucked in a breath, not easy with his heavy, muscled arm curled around her. He nuzzled her, kissing and tasting her hot, sweat slick skin. She was utterly, completely spent.

It took more than a few minutes before she found the strength to speak. “God,” she whispered.

“Agreed.” He kissed his way down the side of her throat, then back up, finding a sensitive spot behind her ear. She clenched around him and he growled against her skin. “You are too tempting, Doc.”

The feel of him inside her, so thick, and hard again, reminded her that they hadn’t used a condom. The thought should have terrified her. Instead, she curled into him, content to stay, to love him, to carry their child—

His rough voice interrupted her daydream. “How are the kids?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “They’re gone. The respective parents showed, and took them to Leo’s for a sleepover.”

Roman nearly choked. “Jedidiah took a little girl home. For a sleepover?”

“I was there, and yes. It was really quite sweet.”