Free Bear Cop: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance by Zoe Chant

desire. She could see his muscles shift and flex beneath his skin as he pulled her closer. Then his lips were hot against her breasts once more, and his fingers slid up her thighs, following the trail of dampness until he could slide two fingers inside her.
    With a moan, she bucked against him, trembling from the intensity of it. His fingers inside her felt so good, sliding in and out while she clenched around them in need of even more. He sucked a nipple into his mouth again, his tongue rasping against her. His name escaped her in a gasp. She could no longer think, could only give herself up to the heat his touch aroused in her—and then at last, he released her, only to draw her down onto him.
    She cried out as he slid inside her. He was so large, so perfect, filling her so completely that her thighs trembled. Her core was molten heat, and with each thrust he stoked the fire higher. It was unbearable, it was too perfect, and she thought the word mate again and wanted to sob because the pleasure was just too much.
    Orgasm hit her like a wave. It came upon her again and again, and she clenched around him with every pulse of ecstasy until she could feel the hot rush of his own climax follow her. Her heart was racing. All of her muscles felt weak, and if he hadn’t kept his strong hands on her waist, she thought she might just have slipped off him and turned into a little puddle of pleasure by his side. Just, wow ! Who knew that sex could feel so incredible?
    Chris’ hand drew little circles on her thigh. His other hand moved up into her hair, and then he guided her face down for another kiss. This one was slow and languid, and she sighed when he at last slipped out of her.
    Incredible , she thought again and snuggled against his side while he huffed an amused, satisfied laugh against her shoulder.
    Maybe she was stranded in the wilderness with a were-bear and a scary, hostile were-jaguar and nothing left to eat but rice—but it was the sexiest were-bear alive. And he was all hers.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Chris woke the next morning to the sensation of Eve curled against him, warm and soft and still asleep. Chris had tried to stay awake for most of the night, just in case the jaguar should decide to return, but the night had been quiet.
    Too quiet, Chris thought with a sigh.
    By now, he’d been hoping for the sound of a helicopter. Even if their rescuers had checked the other roads they could have taken first, today at the latest someone would have to send a search team into the hills.
    Eve woke when he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She gave him a sleepy smile, and Chris was struck anew by her beauty. The early morning light gleamed on her curves, and he wanted to run his hand down her luscious body and press her close, bury himself in her body and her scent and her love.
    Later , he told his body sternly.
    He’d woken half-hard for her already—but there was the jaguar, and the fact that they should probably go and make it easier for their rescuers to find them.
    While Eve watched and valiantly tried to suppress her giggles, he put on the clothes she’d found in the suitcase. The shirt fit well enough—the trousers were another matter. Once Eve was finished laughing at him, she got up as well and rummaged for a piece of string, then pulled that through the belt loops.
    “You don’t look happy,” she told him, and then grinned at his expression.
    He stared at the pants and sighed. “How am I supposed to fight another jaguar in this?”
    “You’ll destroy these anyway if you have to shift again,” she pointed out.
    He couldn’t argue with that logic. Then her hand cupped him through his trousers, and he gasped.
    “You could always take them off if you don’t like them…” Her voice was a purr, and the look she gave him was suggestive.
    So was the swaying of her hips as she walked towards the door a moment later. With a playful little growl, he followed her, still limping a little, although he was