Page 12 of The Bear's Chosen Mate
Oh my God, his cock pressed against her torso.Impossibly hard.Impossibly thick.
Well, that’s impressive,her cat observed drily.
Hush, I’m in the middle of something,Kaylee warned.
His eyes glinted as if he’d heard her internal dialogue.“What I need…” he began as if they were sitting at the kitchen table deciding what to order for dinner takeout, “is simple.”
She wiggled, stopping instantly.Changing position rubbed her over all the hard things she was lying on, and that was probably dangerous.“James, sweetie.You need to let me up.”
“No, I need you down,” he stated clearly.
Kaylee opened her mouth but had to close it.“Nope.Sorry, but you’re too feverish to understand.”
He rolled until she was under him, the quilt flying off the bed in the process.His elbows braced on either side of her, hips pressed between her thighs.Her legs had fallen open, and he fit perfectly against her, like a puzzle piece where all the knobs and holes lined up.
And wasn’t that thought going to make future puzzle-solving far too kinky to do in mixed company…
James lowered his head and nuzzled his scratchy cheek against hers.
“Hmmm,” he murmured.“You smell good.”
“James.”She said his name firmly, in case volume would get through the cotton in his brain.“You need to stop.”
She slipped her hands over his shoulders, intending to push him away, but the instant she touched naked skin, a pulse of need shot deep.As if a current had run from her palms, up her arms and streaked as quickly as possible to tag her clit with high-voltage impact.
Kaylee gasped, then lost the air as he rocked his hips.Pressure slid over sensitive places and made her skin tingle everywhere.
Maybeshewas the one who was feverish.That was it—she’d gotten lost on the way to James’s place and they’d found her rain-soaked body days later.She was now in a coma.
A sex coma, from all the clues, and waking up was going to be very sad.
Please.You’re being overly dramatic, her cat drawled.
I’m busy,Kaylee reminded her sharply.
He pulled back just far enough to meet her gaze.“I’m going to kiss you,” he warned.
“Hey, if you’re all germ-laden and stuf—”
He stole her protest.Softly, with a mere brush of his lips over hers.Back and forth slowly, until every breath took extra energy to suck in, push out.
What the hell?People in sex comas couldn’t be held responsible for their misguided actions.She locked her fingers in his hair and kissed him back.
Gentleness vanished.The instant she moved toward him, James consumed her.His tongue slid along hers then took possession.His weight pinned her in place, his fingers guiding her head to exactly the right position so he could ravish her mouth.
It was heat and passion and wonderful.Kaylee was melting into the mattress as his body meshed with hers and fire raced up her spine.Her mind was going numb as all parts of her body lit up with need.
When he finally broke away from her lips, it was to kiss and bite and lick his way along her jaw.Under her ear—massive shiver—and down her neck.
“James.Stop,” she whispered.
Shockingly, he did.Absolute stillness hit between one breath and the next, his mouth still touching her skin.
Her pulse was shoving blood through her system hard enough she was surprised the walls weren’t echoing back the beat.
This…this…thinghappening between them was not normal.It was amazing, and incredible, and oh so tempting, but…
A memory scratched its way through her lustful haze, nearly back to the surface.“James.What’s going on?”
