Page 79 of Dream Weaver

How the beast thoughtslowmight be possible, I had no idea. Still, I forced myself back an inch.

Abby ran her hands up my chest. “Much as I love this shirt…”

She meant the flannel, not the Henley shirt I wore underneath. I yanked off both in one move and tossed them aside.

“Better?”

“Definitely.” Her eyes roved for a moment before she gave herself a little shake. Then she grabbed my ass and yanked me back in no uncertain terms, howling as I pressed back in.

I plunged deeper…deeper…up-to-the-hilt deep. I gritted my teeth, then withdrew and pushed back in.

“Oh…” Abby cried, bucking against me.

We didn’t gain momentum so much as having momentum grab us and sweep us away. But that wasn’t too surprising. We’d had plenty of practice in achieving perfect rhythm over the past few weeks. Why not now?

“Yes…” Abby groaned.

The playful ribbons of fire I’d imagined grew into towering flames. They roared in my ears, urging me on. Our pace quickened, and our movements grew sharper. Louder, too, with each hard thrust punctuated by a heady moan or cry — hers and mine.

Usually, I fought fires. But this was one inferno I was happy to surrender to.

“Yes!” Abby cried out, tensing in her high.

I powered in one…two…three more times, then exploded with a roar.

We clutched each other, blind to the world, unable to speak, move, or think.

I was just about to slump over when Abby arched in aftershock. Not a time to leave your woman hanging, so I obliged by pressing hard and deep. Bears knew duty when they saw it,dammit. That brought us both to a whole new level of pleasure, which whirled around my soul for a while.

The next thing I knew, I was lying down, savoring Abby’s scent with every panting breath. She trailed her hands absently over my back, then wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly.

I nuzzled her cheek and squeezed back. If she thought I was going anywhere, she was wrong. When bears loved, they loved good, long, and hard.

Forever,my grizzly whispered inside.

I kissed her, then grinned. “We’ll have to compliment Walt on his workbenches on Monday.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I don’t know,” I teased, tracing the grain of the wood. “Not just sturdy, but multipurpose too.”

She grinned. “Metalworking, dining, sex…”

We kissed, then slowly straightened. I pulled Abby to a seated position. Her hair was a mess, and her shirt was twisted to one side from our…er, haste. I didn’t dare tell her how beautiful she was, but it was true.

“I have a proposition,” I finally said, choosing my words carefully. This was a woman who kept her heart in a fortress. Too much, too soon, and she would spook.

She waited, watching me closely.

“There’s this thing in the cabin I rent,” I continued. “I think they call it a bed.”

She laughed, and the little bit of tension that had threatened to arise evaporated.

“A bed, huh?”

“Yep. Not as multipurpose as this, but more private and probably just as sturdy.”

She gave me a saucy look. “Does that mean you haven’t tested it yet?”

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