Free Papa Bear (Finding Fatherhood Book 1) by Kit Tunstall, Kit Fawkes

of apprehension. She felt disconcertingly like a virgin. It was her first time with a bear shifter, so maybe she was a virgin in a way.
    She giggled at the silly thought, finding it relieved some of her tension, and set down the brush before leaving the bathroom. She took one last deep breath before crossing the threshold and stepping into his bedroom.
    He was already on the bed, the sheet tucked to his waist, and his chest bared. Her mouth watered at the sight of all his tempting tanned skin displayed to her, and she was almost dizzy with the realization she didn’t have to hold back, and that she could touch him as much as she wanted. In her haste to reach the bed, she nearly stumbled, but quickly righted herself and hoped she hadn’t looked too graceless as she attempted to get into bed with all the regality of a queen.
    That lasted for all of a second, because as soon as she laid down beside him, he rolled over and covered her body with his, though his weight didn’t press down on her excessively. His mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss, and she ran her fingers through his hair as she molded her lips to his, responding eagerly.
    His hair was short and slightly bristly against her fingers, but she liked the scrubby feeling. It was soothing somehow, though the last thing she wanted to do was be soothed and relaxed at the moment. She wanted her nerves strung taunt as a bow as she anticipated the next move of his mouth and hands. She wanted to savor every moment and be taken by surprise.
    When he lifted his head, he was breathing harshly, the same as she was. “You taste delicious.”
    She grinned at the compliment. “So do you. I can’t get enough.”
    “In that case…” He lowered his head and kissed her again, with even more desperation and hunger. She’d never climaxed from a kiss before, but she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could induce such an occurrence just with his lips on hers.
    Eventually, their mouths broke apart, and she let her hands wander freely over his firm muscles and warm skin. He was taut and toned everywhere, and she luxuriated in the experience of allowing her fingers to map the geography of his body. She slid her hand down his abdomen, moving lower until she cupped his cock between her curled fingers. He was thick and sturdy there too, and large enough to be slightly intimidating. It would be a test to accept all of him, but she was looking forward to meeting that challenge.
    As she continued stroking him, his hand went between her thighs, his knuckles brushing her outer lips before his fingers slipped deftly inside. Her clit swelled to meet his questing fingers, eagerly seeking his attention. It was certainly not the first time a man’s fingers had been inside her, but something about Lucas made it feel new and exciting. She was slippery with need when his fingers moved down her slit, pressing lightly against her opening. He penetrated her slowly with two fingers, easing in and out as he drew out the delicious torture. She would have felt at a disadvantage if she hadn’t had him in a similar position, his breathing ragged each time she stroked her palm up and down the ridge of his cock.
    Abruptly, he pulled away from her, and she wasn’t certain if it was because she’d brought him too close to the edge, or because he was shifting positions. A moment later, he was between her legs, with his head positioned near the apex of her thighs. He didn’t dip his head immediately. First, he took in a deep breath, and a growl rumbled low in his throat that reverberated where her legs touched his chest. “Mine,” he said in that same growling tone.
    She could see the wildness coming through in him, and she knew this was as close as the bear got to the surface when he was in human form. His ferocious hunger fed her own, and she almost climaxed just from the first touch of his lips against her slick heat. He buried his face against her, licking as though he couldn’t get enough and making