Page 26 of Bearly Believable Romance

She smiled. She should feel bad, but it actually empowered her to know he wanted her this badly. This desperately. Gazes locked, she lowered until he was deep inside her, stretching her and filling her like no man ever had.

A soft gasp fell from her lips. She wiggled a little and took him even deeper. The sensation of being full was surreal but perfect. It felt right. He was exactly where he should be. He bent his knees and lifted his hips off the ground.

The action pushed her forward. She planted her hands on his smooth chest and dug her nails into him as she held on. He gripped her hips, lifted her, and proceeded to drop her right back down.

Her eyes widened at the sensations. He rubbed her insides with each thrust and retreat.

She rocked back and forth. The sounds of his grunts and groans wetting her sex further. She licked her lips and dropped harder, pressing into him.

“Bram…you feel so good.”

“We’re more than good, love. We’re perfect.”

He was right. They were perfect. How could she have doubted this?

He gripped her hips and lifted and dropped her harder. Faster.

She was so close. So close. “Please, Bram. I can’t hold on.”

His fingers bit deep into her hips. “Don’t hold on. Let go, love.”

He was the one in control and she was along for the ride. With a rough slam down, she came hard and fast. Her nails clawed at his chest with the force of her orgasm. Bram joined her. While she rode her pleasure wave, he tensed, a loud growl of something she didn’t understand came out of his lips. Then he filled her with his heat. He lay his legs flat and she fell on his chest, both breathless and still shaking from their climax.

“This changes things,” she mumbled breathlessly.

“This changes everything, love. There’s nothing fake about us.”

A smile spread over her face. She liked this turn of events.

FOURTEEN

Tabitha smiled as Bram held the door for her to walk into the bustling restaurant. Her eyes widened in awe at the stunning decor. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegant tables, each adorned with crisp white linens and delicate floral centerpieces. The soft strains of a string quartet filled the air, mingling with the gentle clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation.

Beside her, Bram stood tall and handsome, his dark hair perfectly tousled and his hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. He placed a gentle hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward their table. “I wanted to take you somewhere special,” he said, his voice low. “A place as beautiful as you are.”

Her cheeks flushed, a flutter of butterflies dancing in her stomach. “Bram, this is lovely. I haven’t been to a restaurant this pretty unless my parents were hosting some kind of event. Being here with you is so much more meaningful.”

He grinned, pulling out her chair and gesturing for her to sit. “Well, get used to it. I plan on spoiling you rotten from now on.”

As they settled in, perusing the menu and sipping on mimosas, Bram began to share stories from his childhood. He regaled her with tales of his misadventures with his siblings, his voice animated and his laughter infectious. Tabitha found herself giggling along, enchanted by the humor in his words.

As they settled into their seats, the waiter arrived with menus bound in rich, supple leather. Tabitha ran her fingers over the embossed gold lettering, marveling at the array of dishes offered. Bram leaned in conspiratorially. “I heard their eggs benedict is to die for, but personally, I’m eyeing the stuffed French toast.”

Tabitha grinned, the decision already made. “Stuffed French toast it is, then. Great minds think alike.”

The waiter returned with two chilled mimosas, the effervescent liquid glinting in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. As they sipped the refreshing drinks, Bram launched into a tale from his childhood, his voice rich with nostalgia.

“Did I ever tell you about the time my siblings and I decided to start a band? We were convinced we were going to be the next big thing.” He chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. “I was on the drums, banging away with all the finesse of a drunken gorilla. My brother had this old beat-up guitar that only had three strings, and my sister... Well, she had a tambourine and a whole lot of enthusiasm.”

Tabitha leaned forward, her chin resting on her hand, utterly enchanted by the story. She could picture a young Bram, his face scrunched in concentration as he pounded out a rhythm, his siblings dancing around him in a whirlwind of energy and laughter.

“We spent weeks practicing in the garage, driving our parents absolutely crazy with the racket. But we were determined to put on a show for the whole neighborhood.” Bram’s eyes sparkled with mischief, his grin widening. “So, one Saturday afternoon, we set up our ‘stage’ in the front yard. We had a bed sheet for a backdrop, and we’d made these ridiculous costumes out of old Halloween outfits and whatever we found in the attic.”

Tabitha giggled, the image of a pint-sized rock star Bram in a mismatched costume too sweet for words. “I bet you looked adorable,” she said, her voice filled with affection.

Bram laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Oh, I was a sight to behold. Picture this: a little bear shifter in a top hat, a sequined vest, and a pair of bright red pants that were about three sizes too big. I had to keep hitching them up every five seconds to keep them from falling down.”

Tabitha’s laughter mingled with his. “And how did the performance go?”

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