Page 50 of Bear In A Boutique
“I’m not leaving you. This is our home.”
“What about just being friends?”
Ryker lifted her in his arms.
“You’re my mate and I’m not wasting another minute second-guessing that. Let me love you. Let me give you the home you always dreamed of and anything else you thought you’d never have.”
Her hands gripped the back of his neck as she leaned back to look at him, tears renewed.
“A kitten?”
No kittens.Isn’t that what she’d said when they’d kissed in the fire tower?
“You can have a whole litter. A dog, and a pony. As long as you’re happy, I don’t care.”
Her warm hands cupped his face as she leaned in and kissed him. A rush of longing swept through him with dizzying force. Crushing her to him, Ryker deepened the kiss until she was breathless and squirming against him. Her hands roamed his back, to the curve in his spine, her fingers leaving flutters of heat wherever she touched.
“Ryker?”
“Yeah?”
“You lost your blanket.”
Smiling against her lips, he kissed her again. “It wasn’t going to stay on long anyway.”
“In that case, better lock the front door and turn off the light.”
Lowering her to the floor, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his hips, before pulling her in for one more kiss.
“Upstairs. Now.”
Hurrying to the door, Ryker was just about to turn the lock when the door flew open, and a blast of baby powder scent hit him in the face.
Agnes Kraft shuffled in on chunky white high heels and wearing a satin purple suit with a winged collar straight out of the nineteen seventies. Her giant floppy hat overflowed with colorful plastic flowers like she was off to the Kentucky Derby.
“Olive, I need–”
She stopped short, her thick black glasses slipping to the edge of her nose. Pushing them up, she gawked at him in the pink polka-dot blanket and nothing else.
He smiled. She slowly backed out of the doorway.
He’d never locked a door so fast in his life.
Chapter Eighteen
She didn’t make it far up the staircase before Ryker grabbed her from behind.
Spinning her, he gently lowered her to sit on a step and knelt on the one below her. They reached for each other, lips clashing in a greedy kiss that brought relief and desperate frustration.
Her need for him expanded until she couldn’t think of anything except getting him inside her to ease the ache. Ryker’s hands caressed the sides of her throat, his thumbs sweeping the line of her jaw. His touch was like a sprinkler on a fire that tempered the heat a little bit but did nothing to extinguish the inferno.
His fingers hooked the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and over her breasts, kissing her skin as it was exposed bit by bit. She lifted her arms so he could pull the shirt free, then dug her fingers into his hair as he kissed between her breasts and cupped them with his hands. Her nipples peaked beneath his touch. Thepads of his fingers ran over the satin of her bra, causing delicious friction. But she wanted more.
No clothing. Just skin on skin.
The edge of the step behind her pressed into her back as he stripped her bra straps down to her elbows, so the bra cups pulled away. He lowered them completely, baring her to his view.
A strangled growl rose from his throat as he cupped her bare breasts, feasting greedily on them with hungry eyes. Streaks of blinding white light flashed behind her eyes when Ryker tugged a nipple into his hot mouth and teased her with his tongue. First one, then the other, sucking and pulling until she felt close to losing control.
