Bear Essentials (6 page)

“I’m so damn sorry, Roslyn. This isn’t very romantic.” His
teeth were clenched as he controlled the first thrust. Her body stretched
around his invasion as he cupped one side of her bottom and repeated the
motion.

She whimpered as he penetrated to his full length. Her body
trembled even as her hips lifted to take his next thrust. His hips flexed as
her body adjusted. Pleasure surged through her, threatening to break quickly.
But she resisted the urge to climax so soon but each thrust pushed her toward
an explosion she craved almost too much to resist. His cock felt too good
working in and out of her. She wanted to hold back the end of the ride.

“That’s it, baby, take me.”

There was nothing else to do. Her entire reason for
breathing centered on the actions of their bodies. Her hips lifted and his
thrust forward. Her thighs spread farther as she struggled to take him deeper.
Pleasure tightened with each thrust of his body, twisting and spiraling until
nothing mattered but gaining release.

His chest expanded as his breathing became rough. The grip
on her bottom tightened as he thrust deeply between her thighs. It was hard and
rough, yet she craved it to be even harder, even faster. Her body wanted him
deeper inside her, touching that spot that nature had created just for this
man.

She screamed as pleasure shattered through her. He growled
as he rammed his cock so deeply, she ached from the fullness. His hand clenched
around her bottom, holding her in place as he shuddered and she quivered on the
wave of satisfaction that shook her. For a moment, she was lost, somehow
suspended in the wave of sensation. There was only the scent of his skin and
the pleasure glowing inside her. His fingers relaxed on her bottom, smoothing
over the flesh he’d gripped so tightly. A tender touch that completed the
moment as her heart slowed down, but her lover remained close.

“I’m sorry I’m an asshole.”

He moved so that she could lower her leg. But her knees felt
weak. In fact, her entire body wanted to collapse and just quiver.

“What?” The last thing she wanted to do was think. Her brain
flatly refused.

She expected him to back away from her. Instead she was
cradled against his wide chest a moment before he bent and deposited her in the
passenger seat.

“I’m an unromantic jerk, but I’ll try to redeem myself
before tonight is finished.”

The door shut as she tried to catch her breath.

The dark hid her blush as she felt the sting from her
passage that marked where he’d just been. Her brain refused to engage enough to
blast her for the reckless behavior. Instead, all she felt was a slowly burning
need to do it again. She wasn’t satisfied, her clit still burning for more.
They hadn’t been naked.

And she really wanted to be naked with him.

The driver’s door opened and the car rocked slightly as
Granger dropped into his seat and yanked the seat belt on. He closed the door
and turned the engine over in the same movement. They were out of the parking
lot before she remembered to put a seat belt on.

The street passed in a blur as he put the sports car to the
test. A red light forced Granger to apply the brake. He turned a hungry look on
her as she found her breath lodged in her throat.

“I’m taking you home with me.” His announcement wasn’t an
invitation. She saw it glittering in his gaze before the light turned green and
he was focused on driving once again. Everything seemed to be moving too fast
in connection to him. It was a crazy pace, but exciting.

“I only met you yesterday,” she muttered.

“That doesn’t make a quick fuck in your parking lot the way
to spend Valentine’s Day.” A hint of enjoyment edged his voice. “Even if it was
a hell of a rush.”

He pulled up to a pair of gates and pressed a button on the
roof of the car. The gates parted to let them enter. The house was everything
she’d imagined he’d own when he’d demanded to buy a bear from her at double the
retail price.

Elegant and manicured, the house had to qualify as an estate
home. Granger pulled around the back and parked the car in a spotless garage.
There was a four-wheel drive of some type sitting in the garage.

He was out of the car before she’d gotten her seat belt off.
Her door was pulled open as she fumbled with the thing. He pulled her out of
the seat and kept her hand as he pulled her behind him into the dark house.

He took her right up a curving stairway without a single
word. A set of double doors let them into a huge master bedroom with an equally
enormous bed at one end of it.

He turned on a hallway light, but not one in the main
bedroom. There was a clink of metal when his keys landed on a bedside table. He
moved through the dark bedroom to the opposite side.

“Let’s see if we can’t introduce a little class to our
night.”

There was a blue flash and then flames appeared. With the
new light, she could see the fireplace set into the wall near the bed. The gas
flames flickered orange and yellow with just a touch of blue at the base. Granger
pushed back to his full height and crossed the room once again. The hall light
was clicked off before he touched something on the bedside table. Music
filtered into the room as he played with the controls for a moment, changing
the tune to something softer.

“Now, may I have this dance?”

He offered her a hand, palm up. The firelight danced over
his skin as she smiled at the formal, gentlemanly gesture. Picking at her
skirt, she drew it wide and presented him with a curtsy.

“I would adore a dance.”

She placed her hand in his and felt the connection all the
way to her toes. He turned her into his embrace. She spread her fingers out
over his chest, lightly stroking him as she lifted her head and the flames
illuminated his face.

“You’re stunning. Has anyone ever told you that?”

She shook her head because her throat was too tight. He
sounded as if he meant it and she longed to believe that he did.

“I’ll tell you, every time you let me.”

He stroked down her spine, sending little ripples of delight
through her. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as her clit throbbed, begging for
attention. Her nipples drew taut, poking into the hard body next to hers. She
missed a step and stumbled as she fell prey to the distraction of renewed
passion. She moved her finger across his chest to the little points of his
nipples. Fingering them, like her own wanted to be.

“I think meeting you was the best move of my life.”

His lips caught hers as he let their tongues mingle and
taste each other. Lifting his head, he looked into her uncertain eyes.

“Does it matter when we met?” His hand gently cupped a
breast and his thumb found the puckered nipple. Pleasure shot out from the
touch as her breast begged to be free from her clothing once again.

“This,” his thumb rubbed her nipple again, “doesn’t seem to
care when we met and neither do I, honey. Would it be better if we’d bumped
into each other in some bar? I don’t think so. Do you?”

His fingers teased her nipple, pushing the fabric of her
dress down to graze the skin directly.

“Does it matter, Roslyn?”

Raising her head, she locked gazes with him. Half
illuminated in firelight, she was far beyond caring about the details, only
about the fact that he was holding her.

“No.”

“Good.”

His mouth took hers and didn’t wait for permission. The male
taste of his tongue made her moan as she rose onto her toes to get closer to
him. His lips left her as he sent his fingers into her hair. One comb became
his prize as he pulled it out of her curls. He grinned as he found the second
one. He raked his fingers through her hair to free the curls. Deep satisfaction
glowed across his face as her ringlets flowed naturally over her shoulders.

“I hated these little plastic things the moment I saw them.”
Her combs went sailing across the room. His eyes moved down to the twin points
of her nipples. Hunger burned behind his eyes as he thumbed both nubs through
the fabric of her clothing.

“I want to see you.”

The hard tone of his voice was empowering. It stoked her
confidence, bringing it to life. She stepped back and reached for the little
tie at the back of her dress. She was following his order, but held his
attention completely. It was a decadent moment as she pulled the ties out and
away from her body with slow motions.

“In that case, stand right there.” She issued her own
instructions.

“What do I get for obedience?”

Once undone, the dress was loose and baggy. Reaching for the
hem, she pulled it over her knees, watching the way his attention focused on
the baring skin.

“I like that.” He growled softly. He gestured for her to
raise it farther.

She pulled it up farther, teasing him with the top of her
thighs before revealing the first edge of her lacy underwear. His breathing
turned rough as she tugged the dress higher, baring her belly and ribs.

“Tease.”

A little husky laugh was her comment as she lifted the
entire dress above her head and let it drop away to the carpeting. She turned
her back on him in the same moment, looking over her shoulder at him.

“If you’re going to make an accusation, Granger, I’ll have
to consider it a challenge.”

He sucked his breath in as he looked at her. Roslyn stared
at the barely controlled violence drawing his face taut. It confirmed her
beauty in a way that no words could ever do. There wasn’t a single public
display that would ever touch her as deeply as his expression did right then.

“Tease.” His voice was firm with challenge.

Laughing at him, she raised one hip up and then the other,
rocking her bottom in a slow mimic of a belly dance. Rotating around, she
swiveled her hips and belly slowly as he watched. Turning her back on him once
again, she fingered the back hook holding her bra closed.

“Tell me you wear that sort of stuff all the time.”

Swiveling her hips again, she smiled at the raw hunger
decorating his features. “Actually, I put it on for you. Fresh from the store;
the tags are sitting on top of my dresser.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

His voice had turned raspy, tempting her to believe him. His
gaze caught the hurt in her eyes as a cocky grin lifted his lips.

“Don’t you believe in fate, Roslyn?”

He looked too sincere for her to dredge up any real
suspicion. Somehow, the last day seemed so much longer than any other one in
her life.

“How can a woman who cut half her profit line not believe in
fate?”

Stepping forward, he smoothed his hands over her shoulder
and leaned down to whisper against her ear. “Forty-eight hours ago, I would
have lectured you on the dangers of handing out so many free products, but
after this morning, I realize that they are Wish Bears, not products.”

“Now that was romantic.”

He chuckled as his hands found her breasts. He stroked the
swells of tender flesh above the lacy cups as he pressed a kiss against her
neck.

“You amaze me, Roslyn.” His voice was almost a whisper
against her ear, a dark sound that might have risen from her own longings to be
valued for everything that she was. But the hands resting on her body were
real.

“I didn’t realize how empty my life was until you pointed it
out by letting me dance around in a bear suit.”

“You were a good Wish Bear.”

His arms closed around her in a hug that was tight. “Does
that mean you’ll let me try it on again?”

She giggled at the hopeful note in his voice. Rubbing her
bottom across his erection, she smiled at the swift intake of his next breath.

“Let’s talk about it later.” He bit her neck; a soft graze
of his teeth over her tender skin. The little nip sent a ripple of sensation
right down her body to her clit.

“Yeah, later.”

She was free a moment later. Turning around, she watched her
lover. His hand began yanking his shirt buttons free as his eyes lingered on
her breasts. Reaching for the hook on her bra, she undid it and let it drop
away from her breasts. His gaze lowered to the bared globes as his hands froze.

“You appear distracted.”

Moving forward, Roslyn reached for the remaining buttons
herself. Right here, self-doubt seemed to be nonexistent. Freedom appeared to
surround her, allowing her to simply be a female. There was no code of conduct
here, no appearances to maintain. Instead, the only rule seemed to be
indulgence of her gender and its hunger for her companion.

“You have that effect on me all right.” His hands settled
onto the curves of her hips. “Make sure you unwrap me all the way.”

His voice was needy, but playful. It empowered her, but she
realized that she encouraged him. It was the purest form of intimacy, where
pleasure was the only goal.

“I hate these clothes.” Her fingers pushed at the unbuttoned
shirt. A low chuckle shook him as he shrugged out of the garment for her.

“Better?” she asked.

A little hum of pleasure was his only reply. Granger yanked
his fly open and stepped out of his pants. Her eyes traveled over him before
widening at the sight his pants had hidden.

Despite the fact that she’d already taken him, Roslyn still
stared at his cock. Sure, she’d seen a few like that in pictures on the
internet that a girlfriend had sent her, but she’d just never really thought to
come into direct contact with a man who had one that size. Much less that she
might have let him try to stretch her with it.

She reached for it. She couldn’t help herself. She had to
feel it. Her hand barely closed around its width. The staff was long and
crowned with a ruby head that her lips begged to taste. Hunger gnawed at her,
but her mouth wanted to know what he tasted like first.

She licked around the swollen head before taking it into her
mouth. The harsh breath he drew in made her relax and take more of the length
into her mouth. The salty taste of his cum clung to the skin. She sucked and
used her tongue to rub around his width again.