Page 24 of Off-Limits to the Grizzly

“Blair, you can’t—” His voice is growly with anguish. Deep and rough, and it vibrates right through me, hardening my nipples.

And his cock—I’m still not looking, but in my peripheral vision, I can see it growing, lifting up.

Because it wants to get to me. To go inside me.Fuck.

My pussy is aching like crazy and I’m dizzy with how much I want Mr Johnson.

“Too late,” I say.

He gives his head a little shake. “You’re a goddess. So, so beautiful.”

“Just kiss me,” I tell him.

A sound rushes from his chest, like a sigh of surrender. He takes a step toward me, holds my head in his hands and presses his lips against mine.

He’s gentler this time. He draws my lower lip between his teeth and nibbles on it. Then his tongue flickers softly between my lips. Oh, god. I feel like my soul is lifting up, connecting with his. I angle my head, welcoming him in, wanting him to possess my mouth. Thinking how much I want him to possess my body.

His big rough hands stroke my hair, then move down to my shoulders. “Blair,” he mutters. “So goddamn beautiful.” He strokes my back and upper arms. I want him to squeeze my tits so much, I’m about ready to beg. But he keeps away from all the parts of me that are burning for his touch.

“Mr Johnson, you can touch me,” I say. “I mean, I want you to.”

He lets off another of his sexy anguished groans. Then he draws back and looks me in the eye. “You have no idea how much I want to, Blair. None.”

Damn, that’s sexy. His words run through me like liquid fire. My gaze drops to his cock. It’s gigantic. All swollen and pointing up. The slit in the end of it is glistening with moisture. I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me, but I’m ready to find out.

“I want you to be my first,” I tell him.

“I can’t. I shouldn’t even be kissing you.” His breathing is ragged as his fingertips drift down to my bare stomach. “Such a sexy little belly, though.”

I hold still, willing him to go lower and lower. His fingers drift down, but they come to a stop an inch above the little triangle of hair that I keep neatly trimmed.

“There’s a pain between my legs,” I say.

He frowns. “What kind of pain?”

“An empty kind of feeling,” I say.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he mutters.

I grab his hand and press it between my thighs.

We both give a cry. Me at how good his hand feels on my bare pussy, and Mr Johnson… well, I guess he just discovered how wet I am.

“You want this, huh?” he mutters in a tone of wonder, running his fingertips all over my pussy. I shudder. His touch is ten times better than my own. Before long, I can feel that delicious gathering sensation. I tilt my hips forward, and his fingertip slides into me.

“Holy hell,” he exclaims.

His finger feels so good, slipping in and out. Is this how his cock is gonna feel?

“I need you inside me, Mr Johnson,” I say, and my voice sounds all thick with need.

The tip of his cock has been pressing against my stomach, but now he jerks away like he’s been burned.

“Blair, when bears like me mate, it’s supposed to be for life. We don’t have one-off sex.”

I go still, disappointment hurtling through me like a bullet train.

I don’t want to have one-off sex. I want Mr Johnson to be my partner. My mate.

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