Free The Bear's Hired Mate: A Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance by Amy Star Page B

possessive. He was animalistic, bringing one hand up to her jawline and increasing pressure till she opened her mouth for him. Then his tongue invaded. There was no other word. The warm heat of it swept her mouth, claiming the intimate territory for its own. Jane felt Vincent tease her mouth, demand that she give as good as she was getting. The sigh that left Jane’s mouth was one of pure feminine pleasure. All ideas of Vincent being cold or turned-off flew out of Jane’s head. She still wasn’t sure what was up with the attitude he’d been displaying for the last hour, but she was sure that she didn’t give a hoot. All she cared about was getting closer.
     
    Vincent stepped forward with one leg and grunted as he kicked the door at Jane’s back. Jane thought that he would take the opportunity to pause and open the door, spilling them into the suite and its massive couch or bed. Heck, Jane would deal with carpet burn at this point. But Vincent didn’t make a move to open the lock. Instead, he drifted his kisses across her cheek and to the sensitive points on her neck. Vincent trailed long sucking kisses down the vein of her neck, paying special attention to its hollows. Jane felt the shivers of pleasure move down her body and amass in her very core, starting to turn her wet and needy. Vincent licked her collarbone and nipped at its end in her shoulder. Jane heaved her bosom up, hoping that Vincent would continue his descent, but instead, Vincent began working his way back up her neck, this time ending by taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting down softly before licking his way around the edge of her ear. Jane shivered again as he blew warm air on her wet skin.
     
    There was a soft thud against the door again as Vincent’s knee moved in between Jane’s legs. The fine fabric of his suit pants rubbed with delicious texture against the sensitive skin of Jane’s inner thighs. Thanks to their height difference Vincent’s knee was at Jane’s inner thighs. She was about to press against the limb when it slowly rose upward, Vincent balanced on his tiptoe as the shelf of his knee came into contact with the apex of Jane’s thighs. With gentle pressure, Vincent shifted up until Jane had to place her entire weight on his leg to keep her balance. Jane gasped at the glorious pressure, the sensation fed the itch for more pleasure instead of sating it, and instinctively she moved against his thigh to feed the need.
     
    Vincent grunted and swayed slightly, pulled off balance by Jane’s shifting weight. Gruffly, he whispered in her ear, “Take the shoes off,” and lowered his foot until it was resting solidly on the floor.
     
    Pinned against the door, Jane had no choice but to submit all of her weight to Vincent’s leg and she curled her toes and kicked each golden shoe off her foot, praising the shopping gods that she’d gone with the kind you can slip on rather than the fancier version with the buckle. Shoes removed, Jane had to go up on tiptoe to keep her balance, but she could feel that Vincent was more secure with his leg down. Rolling her hips forward, she gave a gentle grind to test the stability of the position and was pleased to find that it was a solid and very pleasurable surface to move against.
     
    Vincent must have found the move erotic as well, moving both hands up to Jane’s face he reverted to kissing her as if he was making love only through his mouth. Jane kept up a playful rhythm that was only incrementally increasing her need. But Vincent wanted her wild. He trailed one hand down the bodice of her dress, deftly lifting out her breasts and giving them a quick fondle as he moved south again. He moved his hand under Jane’s thigh and gripped his leg. Jane wondered what he was playing at until she thrust forward again and felt that his thumb was directly in line with her clit. Need escalated to a ten and she was helpless to slow her roll as his thumb continued to brush her in just the right