Wounds to Bear (Heart of The Bear #1)(21)

Jenna did, and he slipped the fork into her mouth. An explosion of flavors had her moaning.

“Oh, my God. More.”

He fed her, taking bites for himself while she chewed. Once the salad was gone, he loaded two of her plain white plates with chicken, potatoes and carrots, and long, crisp spears of asparagus.

“Here. Fingers only—it’s the best way to eat this kind of food.”

He handed her a thick linen napkin, and stretched out on one side, watching her as she took her first bite of chicken.

“God—Roman, this is amazing. You’re one talented cook.”

He smiled, and took a big bite out of a breast. They both ate, Jenna moaning after nearly every bite. Roman kept feeding her bits of his food, so she fed him hers, her mouth going dry when he licked chicken grease and olive oil off her fingers. Slowly.

He sat, wiping his hands on the napkin. “Dessert?” His voice sounded a little strangled.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. He set the cake on a smaller plate, and handed it to her.

“Feed it to me,” she whispered.

He swallowed, and moved to her, holding the plate as he broke off a piece. She opened her mouth, and he slipped the cake in. She closed her lips over his fingers, letting the rich cake sit on her tongue. The tip of her tongue licked his fingers, then she finally freed his hand and swallowed the cake

“Holy shit.” He dropped the plate and jumped her.

They tumbled to the floor, Roman cradling the back of her head, kissing her with such need she could barely breathe.

“Roman—”

“I need to be inside you, Jenna.”

“I’m good with that.”

He smiled, then lifted her to her knees and turned her around, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. “That dress has been driving me crazy since you walked out in it. Let me see if my suspicions are correct.” He slipped one hand under the hem, up her leg, and over her ass. “You bad girl.”

“The easier for you to love me, Mr. Black.”

He reached up and untied the halter, and the silk fell away from her breasts. “Beautiful, “ he whispered, both hands replacing the dress. Jenna moaned, arching into his touch. “You are so beautiful.”

She reached behind her and gripped his firm ass, sliding over his erection. He growled, and started teasing her nipples, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Roman—oh, God, that’s good.”

His fingers moved to her zipper, sliding it down, and bunched the skirt in his hands, lifting the dress. She raised her arms and he pulled it off her, tossing it to the blanket.

“Let me love you, Jenna.” He rocked against her. “Right here, like this.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant—until he lowered her to the blanket, on her hands and knees, her ass cradled against him. Just the thought excited her.

“Yes—please, Roman. Now.”

He let her go, and when he moved behind her again, she felt his hard, thick cock slide between her legs. She glanced behind her and saw that he was completely naked as well, his broad, muscled chest already damp with sweat.

His hand traced the curve of her hip before he finally moved lower, one finger circling her clit. She arched up, wanting him inside her, even if it was only his fingers. He gave her better.

Slowly rubbing her clit, he pressed his hot, thick tip into her. Trapped between two sources of pleasure, she chose his erection, tilting her hips and pushing back. They both moaned as he slid inside. She reached back and dug her fingers into his hip, urging him closer, deeper. He obliged, spreading his hand over her belly and driving himself in to the hilt.


“Oh, God.” She tightened around him, and he growled, leaning forward until his lips found her throat. That only pushed him in deeper. “Roman—”

“You feel so good, Jenna.” He pulled her back until he cradled her ass, pushing himself even deeper. Her back arched as he filled her to the core, already close to an orgasm. “Shit—I need to move.”

“God, yes.” She slid her hand down, pressing his fingers harder against her clit, and moaned when he moved his hand and covered her fingers, until she was touching herself, guided by his hand. “Oh, sweet God.” It was incredibly erotic—and she lowered her head when he matched the pace of their fingers with his hard length. “Roman—oh, please don’t stop.”

“Not—a chance.”

His other hand found her breast, teasing her nipple, his breath hot as he kissed her throat. She met each thrust, her hand sliding up to cover his, feeling him touch her. Roman drove into her, so deep it left both of them gasping. Sweat slicked her skin, and pleasure shot through her. She moved faster, on the edge. He rocked against her, his breath hot on her throat, then slipped two fingers inside her, stroking her hard and fast. She let out a cry, bucking against him.

He growled against her throat as she clenched around him, thrusting faster, harder, until she felt him pulse inside her, his cock thick and hard. He curled around her, his hand moving down to grab her hip, holding her in place.

She gasped when he drove himself in deep, her body humming and desperate for him. “Roman—”

He dug his fingers into her hip and stroked her, faster, harder. Jenna lowered her head, her body clenching around him as heat built, pushing her toward the edge.