Free The Bear With No Name by Zoe Chant Page A

didn’t say it.
    As he nuzzled down to her jaw, she turned and captured his mouth. Their kisses were deep and slow, soulful and compelling. Part of her mourned the loss of the happy, uncomplicated lust they’d shared on the mountainside just that afternoon and she felt her frustration with the inexplicable change begin to rise again, but she shoved it away. Her only goal right now was to connect, and she held onto it with all her determination. Whatever he was feeling, whatever was weighing him down, it could not break their bond.
    Lauren stepped back far enough to push David’s shirt up. He followed her lead immediately, stripping down and then setting to work on her clothes. Once they were both naked, Lauren had a thought: what if this did turn out to be her last night with the most beautiful man she’d ever been with? She’d hardly had a chance to really see him with no clothes or blankets in the way – just a quick glimpse this morning as he arose from bed and went to the shower.
    David was already reaching for her, ready to pull her back into his arms, but she ducked his hand.
    “Wait,” she said and lit the candle on the table by the door. Then she lit a second candle to take with her. “Close the curtains. I’ll be back in a second.”
    Lauren ransacked the kitchen for every candle she had left, and brought them back to the living room with a stack of dishes to put them on. As she lit the candles around the room, David followed her, the magnet pull of attraction between them keeping him always within reach.
    “You don’t need to do this on my account,” he said with a shaky smile. “You’re all the ambience I need.”
    “Oh hush, this isn’t ambience, it’s task lighting. I want to see what I’m doing.” Then she gave him a challenging smile of her own.
    She could see the wave of desire hit him, as his eyes widened and he drew a sudden breath. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, then started bestowing wild kisses along her neck and shoulder and as far down her chest as he could reach. She was this close to just blissing out and letting him take complete control of their lovemaking, but if this might be their last night together, there was one more thing she wanted to make sure to do.
    She maneuvered him over to the sofa and they fell onto it together. David immediately took the chance to move his kisses further down her breasts, and as his tongue made contact with a nipple, Lauren decided her plans could wait a few minutes.
    His mouth felt amazing as he circled each nipple with broad strokes of his tongue. She brought her arms down in a way that pressed her heavy breasts together, a view that previous boyfriends had always appreciated.
    It did indeed wring a groan of lust from him, but what made him special is that before disappearing into Cleavage Valley, he looked up at her face.
    “Lauren, you are so beautiful,” he told her. “Everything about you is beautiful.” Then he pressed one soft kiss to her lips before heading south.
    Lauren surrendered to overwhelming sensation as he played her like an instrument. As he buried his face between her breasts, his stubble rasped against her sensitive flesh with the kind of intense pleasure that was just short of pain. He read her twitch and gasp perfectly and experimented with other sensations, licking, sucking, nipping and scratching to find the perfect combination of feelings to drive her wild.
    Lauren had always had mixed feelings about her breasts. There was no denying they were magnificent to look at, and they were so sensitive that she could almost always get turned on from the right attentions paid to them. But she had often felt like some of her exes were only there for her breasts; they tolerated her other, less-fashionable curves so that they could have access to the curves up top.
    What ever else might be going on with David, she knew that that wasn’t him. She knew that their connection went soul-deep, and so she was able to relax