Page 25 of The Bear's Fated Mate
His palms teased the soft skin of her forearms.
“Didn’t spill a drop.” Pride tinged her voice.
“Good for you. But we need a little spillage.” Alex tightened his grip on her wrists. He changed the angle, tilting both bottles so the contents cascaded downward.
She gasped as oil splashed over her upper arms and torso. Rivulets of the heavy fluid pooled along her collarbone.
One line of liquid rolled over the top of her breast, coming to a stop at the very tip of her nipple. Moisture gathered until the perfect droplet formed.
His own modern art piece splayed with delectable finger paintable perfection.
Alex took the bottles from her hands and tossed them aside, holding her gaze as he exposed his hunger. “Now to decide which flavour I like best.”
One finger. Just one, tracing the side of her neck and along the ridge of her collarbone. Following the line of wetness downward… downward…until he could swirl his fingertips in the oil and press his palm over her full breast.
A low rumble filled the room, and Alex smiled.
The sound came from Lara, her eyes closed, head falling back as he caressed her. He pressed her arms to her sides, skimming his palms over her limbs and rubbing in oil as he worked. His thighs supported her as she stood far enough away that he could tease and touch exactly the way he wanted.
And what he wanted was to work the oil into every inch of her skin. Her shoulders glistening, the pulse beating at the base of her neck shining with every pump of blood through her. Breasts smooth and silky against his palms, nipples dragging his skin with their sharp need.
He briefly covered her belly then swung his hands to her back, easing upward as he brought her even closer. Because the only thing that would make this better?
He stared at her tits while raw satisfaction swirled. “Taste test, sugar. Brace yourself.”
Firm pressure between her shoulder blades brought her forward, and he wrapped his lips around her nipple.
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Pleasure rode her nerve endings hard enough Lara lost her breath.
What had been a teasing, almost silly moment with her standing half naked had taken a turn for the erotic so fast she still wasn’t sure it was real.
But the drag of his mouth over her sensitive skin was real. The crisp jolt of pleasure as he slid his teeth over her nipple was real.
She was there, with him, and they were going to have sex, and she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.
Alex pushed at her pyjama pants, shoving them and her panties to the floor, and the next thing she knew, he’d lifted her. His back hit the mattress and her knees landed on either side of his shoulders. His hand braced her belly to help her catch her balance while his eyes, blazing with desire, stared up at her.
“I want to taste. I want to touch.”
Before she could protest or ask for clarification—frankly before she couldthink—he’d slid down the mattress far enough that his mouth was in line with her hips.
At that point, any chance of using her brain was impossible. All that remained was sensation. His tongue slipping through her folds, circling her clit, stabbing as deep as he could go. He feasted as if he were a starving man, holding her tight against his eager mouth. No chance of escape—not that she was stupid enough to move.
Not when tension coiled harder inside her, dragging anticipation off the back burner and onto high heat. Simmering became a hard, rocking boil where her orgasm was the top blowing off the pan and the contents exploding all over the stove.
“Alex, oh, yes.”
He was still staring, still driving her pleasure train, and she ground down on his face without thinking. Demanding every bit of satisfaction possible.
A rumble of amusement shook against her core in the brief second before Alex upped his game. And while she might have just come, that didn’t matter to him as he assaulted her senses even harder, sending her reeling toward a second orgasm.
When she began to shake, body tightening around emptiness, the room whirled. She landed on her back, Alex rising over her as he rapidly stripped his clothes away. Desperation showed so clearly in his expression that she didn’t have the heart to tease him.
It was a moment to be thankful for shifter genetics. No sexual diseases to worry about. And the other matter?
She laid her hands on his shoulders to get his attention. “I’m on birth control.”
