Free Guardian Bears: Karl by Leslie Chase Page B

didn’t have a model’s figure, she’d never been nearly slim enough. But there was no sign of disappointment on Karl’s face. If anything, the look in his eyes intensified as he took her in, devouring her with his gaze.
    “You, Allison,” he said with simple sincerity, “are beautiful.”
    That made her feel shy again, and she raised her hands to cover herself as best she could. Karl caught her wrists, gently but inexorably pulling them away and shaking his head.
    “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he told her, and she shivered at the hungry need in his voice. It spoke to a similar hunger in her, a need that had been buried deep for too long.
    “I’m not pretty,” she protested, scared by the intensity of the feelings he was awakening in her. “Don’t – you don’t have to flatter me.”
    “I’m not.” His voice was firm, uncompromising. “You are perfect, and I won’t lie to you.”
    She couldn’t doubt him, his tone of voice and the way he looked at her didn’t allow it. That just increased her confusion: she had never thought of herself as perfect, and even the guys who were interested didn’t. Or hadn’t, until now.
    Karl, on the other hand – she couldn’t imagine a hotter man, and to see him so eager for her touch was overwhelming. Allison took a deep breath and surrendered to her feelings, and to him.
    Perhaps sensing her decision, he pulled her closer and kissed her again. This time she felt no hesitation as she pressed herself to him, their naked bodies feeling so right against each other. The contrast of the cool water on his warm skin was delicious, and the feeling of being enveloped in his arms was intoxicating.
    And the kiss itself was magical.
    Allison whimpered as he released her wrists to hold her close, one hand at her back the other gliding down to her ass. Her own hands slid around him without any conscious thought on her part – her body wanted him close, and her mind wasn’t needed.
    With no sign of effort, he lifted her, holding her against his chest as he straightened, their lips still locked in a kiss. Allison felt her heart hammer in her chest at his casual strength – she’d never met anyone who could lift her so easily. It was a strange sensation, but a good one, to be supported entirely by his strength.
    Their lips parted, and he moved down to kiss her neck. She felt his teeth nip at her skin and gasped, throwing back her head and biting down on a cry of pleasure. Karl’s chuckle shook her, and he bit again a little harder. This time she couldn’t resist crying out, a hand sliding into his short hair and pulling him to her.
    He didn’t need the encouragement, kissing and biting on her neck and shoulder, making her shake in his arms. Allison’s breathing sped up and she felt herself tense, her hands gripping tight, nails digging in as her body responded eagerly to his caresses.
    Oh God I need this, she thought. I need him!
    Karl growled into her shoulder as he bit down again, and she felt a wave of joyful fire wash through her body. Taking a step forward, he let go of her with one arm and swept the case and all his clothes off the bed to fall in a confused tangle on the floor.
    Then he lay her down on the bed and started to kiss his way down her body. She tried to sit, but his hands held her down. Against their firm, gentle strength, she found herself pinned as he kissed her breasts.
    Each touch of his lips made her gasp in joy, arching herself up and offering herself to him. A small burst of fiery heat shot through her with every kiss, each a little stronger, each setting her desire aflame. She struggled against his hands, not because she wanted to escape but because she couldn’t keep still while he expertly teased her.
    Karl chuckled again, the deep sound infuriating and oh so sexy at the same time. His tongue darted out, flicking over a nipple, and Allison couldn’t keep in a howl of joy as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her.
    “Bastard,” she