Page 26 of Bearnapped at the Altar

Maybe.

The rumbles got louder, almost like a ragged purr as he backed me against the wall. His hands were on either side of my body. Caging me in. “Your plan worked.”

And I had a feeling this was the part where I lost—no, handed—every bit of control over to him.

“Barrett,” I whispered.

His breath caught. “Is this too much?”

“No.” Well, maybe. “It’s just that. I’ve never actually been with a shifter before.”

His brow arched. “Really?”

“Really.” I sighed. “Just in case this isn’t what you?—”

“Hey.” He took my face in his hands. “What you were doing was driving me wild. You don’t have to apologize for doing something you’ve never done before. It’s brave and sexy as hell. But if you want?—”

“I love the way you ask for my permission just before you’re about to ravish me.”

His eyes sparkled, like I could see every filthy thought that was going through his mind. “I’m definitely gonna ravish you, but only if you want it.”

“Oh, I want it.”

“Are you sure?” He raised a brow.

It was my turn to take his face in my hands and pull him toward me. That rumble turned into a full-on growl as he kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine in a dance much more provocative than our roleplay from the dancefloor.

His hands moved down my body, under the bra, pushing it up over my breasts. I managed to lift my arms so he could take it off me. My boobs weren’t as perky as they used to be, my body was soft and a little lumpy with cellulite. I was forty, my gym membership had lapsed long ago, and this man was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.

He made quick work of his shirt and then kissed me again. His lips moved down to my neck, teasing the spot that pulsed wildly in response to his every move.

Then the bear fell to his fucking knees in front of me. The move made mine weak, but he wouldn’t let me fall. His lips were on my breast, circling, sucking, teasing my nipple into a hard peak. His big hand covered the other one. My hands were in his hair, pulling in appreciation, giving him direction, letting him know what I couldn’t say with words.

Everything was so much more intense with him. When I made my confession, I’d worried that this would be a disappointment. That I wouldn’t be able to excite him. That our connection was nothing more than loneliness and the desire to finally be taken seriously.

But it was more than that. Barrett pulled away from my breasts and dragged my panties down my thighs. I’d almost taken them off in the striptease, but I hadn’t been that bold. His gaze was glued to the patch of hair between my legs, and the rumble intensified in approval. I stepped out of the panties, my legs pure jelly. He pushed my thighs apart and his lips were on my clit.

Electricity rocked through my body on contact. At first, he only teased, flicking his tongue, circling slowly, turning my blood to lava. My body bucked in response, telling him exactly what I liked. The bear picked up on my every cue, and he got bolder, licking, sucking, exploring…

I slid down the wall, and he followed my move, laying me out on the floor, spreading my legs wider. Now his fingers were in the mix, teasing my opening, and slipping inside.

My hips bucked as he curled that finger forward. He didn’t have to be told what to do, and he caressed the spot until I couldn’t see straight.

“Things are a little different with a bear.” His grin dripped with pure sin as the waves of my orgasm rolled through me.

“Little bit,” I panted. “I want…your cock.”

“Do you?”

I nodded. “I want that big cock inside me.”

He fumbled with his pants, his cock springing free. He crawled up my body, his shaft bumping against my thigh, my stomach, before he lowered himself and whispered in my ear. “What would you do if everyone was watching you? Would you ride my cock like a good girl?”

“Sweet moon, yes.”

He rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. I was on top of him, with that glorious cock bumping against my stomach. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm, and he put his hands on my hips, steadying me, helping me position myself.

I grabbed his thick shaft, giving it a couple of pumps. My hand could barely close around it. Barrett’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned. I moved faster, harder.

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