Free Bear To The Bone (Bear Claw Security 1) by Terry Bolryder Page A

her breath, how it was coming in short little gasps. He could feel just how overwhelmed she was by him. But if they were going to do anything, he wanted her to know it was only because they both wanted it.
    He’d waited ten years. He wouldn’t screw this up by not being able to wait a while longer.
    “If you aren’t ready, I can wait.” He started to sit up.
    She let out a growl and grabbed him by both sides of his collar. She pulled him down until they were nearly touching again. Her eyes darted to his lips. “Oh no you don’t. Not now that you’ve gotten me all stirred up. No, you’re going to stay and finish what you’ve started.”
    He sighed and gently removed her hands from his collar, pressing them down to her sides as she wriggled gently against him, testing his strength.
    He wanted her, badly. But this was Carrie. His Carrie. Everything needed to be perfect. She couldn’t feel he’d coerced her in any way.
    “I want you,” he said. “So much. But I don’t want you to regret anything. I’m in this for the long haul.”
    She rolled her eyes and let out a growl. “I’m not going to regret it. But I’m also not going to make it any more plain to you, you big bear. I want you, right now. I’ve wanted you for ten years. You’re all I’ve thought about.”
    “Bear?” he asked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”
    “Huge, stubborn. Always trying to get your way,” she said.
    He let out an internal sight of relief and then leaned over her, bringing his chest up against hers. “So I’m all you’ve thought about?”
    She nodded, flushing.
    “And what did you think about exactly?”
    “You… touching me,” she said softly.
    “Where?” he asked.
    She flushed deeper and avoided his eyes.
    “Where?” he asked again, his voice gruffer.
    Her eyes darted down. “You know where.”
    He let go of one of her hands so he could run a hand down her waist, over her hips, and then down to just above where her legs came together. “There?”
    She nodded, closing her eyes tight. “Yes. There. With your tongue.”
    His hands were already dipping below the waistband of her underwear when he heard the last word. Tongue.
    He went instantly harder. “Excuse me?”
    She pulled her hands away and brought them up to cover her face. “I think you know what I mean,” she mumbled from beneath them.
    He caught her hands in his and pulled them away, pinning them on either side of her head. She was adorable but needed to know there would never be anything embarrassing between them.
    “That’s normal, you know,” he said. “I’ve wanted the same thing.”
    “It’s so… wanton,” she said.
    “You read too many of those novels,” he said, grinning as he kissed his way over her cheek and jaw, down her neck, to her clavicle. She arched and buried her hands in his hair.
    He laughed as he kissed his way down her arm. When he got to her hand, he lifted it to kiss each of the fingertips. He could barely believe he was here now, doing the things that had haunted his dreams. She’d been so real in his fantasies, so close it seemed he could almost reach out and touch. But then she’d disappeared into vapor and mist.
    Not here. Here she was perfect and warm and real, and every time he reached out to touch her, she was there, responding and willing and moaning and arching.
    It was more beautiful than he’d ever imagined. He didn’t know how anything could top this experience but was glad they would hopefully have a whole life trying.
    “You’re driving me crazy,” she said as he slowly sucked her pointer finger into his mouth and lightly bit down on the tip.
    “I can’t rush this,” he said. “I have to explore all of you.”
    She wriggled, pinned by his thighs. “Maybe not all at once?” She gasped as he followed suit with the rest of her fingertips, leaving her entire hand trembling. “It shouldn’t feel that good when you’re only touching my hand.”
    “I know,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.