Page 26 of Saved By the Grizzly Bear

We smile at each other for a moment and I can feel it again, the connection between us. That mating heat that he mentioned is coming back, and it’s not even nighttime yet.

“Alec,” I whisper, and he swallows hard, his smile fading.

“Mate. We don’t have to. We can wait until you’re ready.”

“I am ready,” I promise him.

“It could just be the mating heat.”

“It’s not. I’ve been attracted to you from the moment you saved me from my disastrous first attempt at skiing.”

“I still owe you lessons.”

“You do, but I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“What do you want right now?” He asks gruffly.

“You,” I whisper, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around his waist.

Alec hesitates but then I feel his big mitt of a hand on the back of my head. He smooths down my hair, gently rubbing the back of my neck as he holds me against him.

“Morgan.”

“I’m sure,” I assure him.

Then I lean up on my tiptoes and seal my lips over his. Alec makes a rough sound and goes to battle with my mouth. His lips angle against mine, claiming me, marking me, and I moan, letting him have access to all of me.

Pleasure slides into my belly, sticky and hot, as Alec grinds me against the wall next to the bed. He starts to explore my body and I arch against him. It feels like his hands are everywhere. On my ass, in my hair, molding my curves. He’s all around me and I love it.

I get lost in him, in the feel of his lips against mine, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands running all over me. It’s like he’s trying to absorb me, to make us one. I want that too.

He growls and the sound is deeper. I can’t help but wonder if that was his bear.

I rock my hips against him, needing more pressure, and Alec moans against my mouth. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. But I don’t care. I want to be marked by him. He cups my ass, holding me to him as he grinds against me.

Alec rips his mouth away from mine, seeming to be annoyed that he’s not still kissing me. Before I can ask him what he’s doing or beg him to put his mouth back on me, he’s reaching for the hem of my sweater and pulling it over my head.

I had planned on getting married in a dress, but I didn’t want to tip off my parents so I’m in a wool sweater and a pair of jeans. Not exactly fancy, but Alec doesn’t seem to be complaining.

“I like your suit,” I pant as he undresses me. “I forgot to tell you earlier.”

“I like your outfit too. I think I’m going to love you naked a whole lot more.”

He’s got my jeans tugged down and my bra and panties off in record time, and then he’s pushing me back until I’m spread out on the bed. I watch in awe as he tugs his own clothes off.

He’s built like a tank, and my eyes rake over his wide chest, following the smattering of chest hair down to where his thick cock is pointing straight at me. His legs are like tree trunks, and I swallow hard, wondering how I’m going to take all of him.

As he stands before me, I can see him as a Marine. He’s so strong and he looks like a warrior standing over me. He stares down at me like I’m some kind of prize, and I blush.

His eyes heat as he takes me in. I’m on full display to him lying like this, and I feel self-conscious until I notice how he’s looking at me. It’s like he’s a starving man and I’m a freaking steak dinner. He looks like he wants to eat me up, and I want to let him.

“I’m yours… mate,” I say, testing out the word.

“Fuck, you have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.”

“Show me,” I say, my voice husky.

He nods, seeming to come to some decision, and then he’s taking over.

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