Page 19 of Guarded By the Bigfoot
“Oh,” I whispered, understanding dawning. My pulse quickened again.
He rose up slowly, licking his lips, gaze burning with satisfaction and hunger.
“We’re just getting started,” he said, voice low and sure.
He loomed over me, glowing and wild. And mine.
I was still catching my breath from the wreckage of his mouth when he kissed me again, deep and slow, then pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.
“You sure?” he asked, voice low and velvet rough.
I arched an eyebrow, then deliberately shifted my hips against him. “Are you seriously asking me that question right now? Yes, Guardian. Very, very sure.”
His chest rumbled. Not a growl this time, but a groan, surrender and hunger and reverence all tangled together.
He shifted, lined himself up, and braced one hand beside my head. The other found my hip, his grip spreading fire across my skin.
The first push made my breath catch.
He was thick. Hot. Stretching.
“Oh wow,” I gasped, my hands scrambling to grip his arms. “That’s a lot of Bigfoot.”
He stilled immediately. “Too much?”
“No,” I breathed. “Just give me a second to appreciate the situation.”
His eyes burned. “You’re perfect.”
He moved slow, every inch dragging fire through my veins as my body adjusted, opened, welcomed him in. Full and holy hell, I nearly came apart all over again.
My hands found his fur-covered back, pulling, anchoring.
Then he began to move.
Every thrust was deep, measured, precise, like he was memorizing how I responded.
“You feel,” he groaned against my neck, “so damn good.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I just felt. Every stroke wound me tighter, every breath dragged me closer to the edge. This wasn’t just sex. It was cosmic, ancient, fated, and way too good to survive.
His pace quickened. My breath caught.
We were panting, gripping, moving like we would never separate again. And in the back of my mind, I knew I was gone.
Gone for him. Gone for this.
Gone for us.
My nails raked down his chest and he groaned, feral and wrecked. His movements turned frantic, desperate, his control snapping like a live wire.
I came apart this time, everything inside me calling to him, his body crashing into mine like we had been on a collision course from the moment we met.
He followed seconds later, teeth at my shoulder, a roar buried in my skin as he let go completely and utterly with me.
We twisted together, breathless and dazed, like two survivors of a very sexy natural disaster.
I wasn’t sure what we had just done to each other, emotionally, spiritually, maybe even cosmically.
