Page 14 of Honey for the Bear

He makes a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me, and his hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me closer.I feel the hard planes of his body pressing against my softness, and the heat pooling in my belly spreads like wildfire.

But then, just as suddenly as it began, he pulls back.His chest heaves as he stares down at me, his gray eyes wild and full of something that looks an awful lot like regret.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his voice rough.

I blink up at him, my lips still tingling from the kiss.“Why not?”

“Because…” He takes a step back, dragging a hand through his hair.“Because you don’t know what I am.You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

Frustration flares inside me, hot and sharp.“What does that even mean, Cameron?You keep saying I don’t understand, but you never tell me why!You can’t just kiss me like that and then pull away!”

“I’m trying to protect you,” he growls, his voice rising.

“From what?You?” I take a step closer, poking him in the chest with my finger.“Because newsflash, Cameron, I’m not some fragile little thing that needs protecting.I can handle myself.”

His eyes lock on mine, and for a moment, the air between us crackles with tension.Then, without warning, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the farmhouse.

“Where are we going?”I ask, stumbling after him.

“Inside,” he says, his voice low and firm.

My heart pounds as he leads me through the door and into the living room.The moment we’re inside, he spins me around and kisses me again, backing me up against the wall.This kiss is different—slower, deeper, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me.His hands roam over my curves, sliding down my sides to rest on my hips, and I shiver under his touch.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with need.

“Good,” I whisper, tugging him closer.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that makes my knees weak.“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“Maybe I like driving you crazy,” I say, my voice breathless.

Cameron’s lips trail down my neck, the rough stubble of his beard scraping deliciously against my skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touches.I let out a soft moan, my head falling back against the cool wall, surrendering to the sensations that course through me.

His hands are large, enveloping my smaller frame with a possessiveness that is both thrilling and comforting.A reverence in his touch, a silent prayer, speaks of a fear of losing me yet an undeniable urge to claim me as his own.The dichotomy is intoxicating, and I revel in the way his strength contrasts with my own delicate form.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice strained, almost pained, as if the words themselves are a battle against his own desires.

“Don’t you dare,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible but laced with a fervent desperation that mirrors his own.

That’s all it takes.The dam breaks, and the flood of his restraint washes away in an instant.With a growl that rumbles from deep within his chest, he lifts me effortlessly, his strength a stark reminder of the size difference between us.I feel like a feather in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he carries me across the room.

Cameron presses me against the wall, his body pinning mine in place.I feel the heat of him through our clothes, the hardness of his arousal pressing against me.He grinds against me, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

His hands roam freely, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, the softness of my thighs.Each touch sends shivers down my spine, and I arch into him, my fingers fisting in his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

Cameron’s eyes are dark with desire as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the expanse of his broad chest and the sculpted muscles of his abdomen.His body is a work of art, each line and curve a testament to his strength and power.I can’t help but stare, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone and sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

“So are you,” I manage to say, my voice trembling with the intensity of my emotions.

He laughs softly, shaking his head.“Not like you.”

Something in his voice—a rawness, a vulnerability—makes my chest ache.It’s a glimpse behind the curtain of his stoic exterior, a peek into the depths of his soul that he rarely allows anyone to see.I reach up and cup his face in my hands, pulling him down for another kiss and pouring all of my love and reassurance into it.

As our lips meet, Cameron’s hands move to the waistband of my pants, deftly undoing the button and zipper.He slides them down my legs, his fingers trailing fire along my skin.I lift my hips, helping him remove them completely and leaving me bare before him.

His gaze is intense as he takes in the sight of me, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed flesh.I feel a flush of heat spread across my cheeks, but I don’t look away.I want him to see me, to see how much I want him.

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