Page 46 of Into The Light
"More'n I can say."
I snag my purse where I dropped it on the ottoman, pluck my lip gloss from the inside pocket, and reapply it, rolling my lipsto spread it evenly. "There." I move to straddle him. "Kiss me again?"
He doesn't, though—not right away. Instead, he just looks at me. "You're a wonder. A miracle."
“Bear…"
"An angel."
"I'm not."
"You are to me." His green-gray eyes are wild and deep, hinting, as Gloria said, at the waters that run deep beneath his stillness. "Could kiss you forever. Never stop."
"I'd like that," I say.
“You would?"
"Mmm-hmmm. A lot."
He licks his lips and then drifts closer once more, and I close my eyes and wait. Feel his soft, strong lips cover mine. His breath is warm and sweet, and his tongue finds mine. I grab his beard and pull him closer, cupping the back of his head with my other hand. He growls like a hungry, feral beast, and my core spasms, my sex rushing with liquid heat.
I lean into him, crush my chest against his, and push him deeper into the couch. Straddling him, I feel his manhood straining beneath me, a huge hard ridge. His hands carve around my waist and spread to cover my back, just below my bra strap. We pause for a second, both of us gasping. His hands slip lower. Lower. Hesitate, and then retreat upward.
"It's okay," I whisper against his lips. "Go ahead. I want you to."
I hold his eyes, letting him see my desire. Hoping he sees the permission there.
The need.
His fingers dig into the muscles at the small of my back, gathering the bunched-up skirt of my dress, baring more and more of my thighs until my bottom is exposed—myblack underwear. I decide to encourage him by doing some exploration of my own. Find the hem of his shirt and slip my hands under it, touching his hard belly. Flatten my palms against his rock-hard abs and his immense, bulging pecs.
He growls again, and his lips slant across mine, and I sigh, whimpering with desire, pleasure, and desperation as he kisses my breath away. His arousal digs into my butt and I tilt my hips to get friction where I need it—suddenly consumed with need.
His hands slip down to my bare thighs, and I gasp at the fire of his touch to my skin. His powerful grip skids softly upward toward my hips. I open my mouth fully and accept his tongue, giving him mine. They dance and tangle, twist and taste. Every breath he takes is a rumble, a growl, a hot, hungry snarl.
Finally, at last, he finds the courage to cradle my bottom in his hands. And I whimper into his mouth at the touch, flicking his hard little nipples with my thumbs.
I pull away with a long low moan. "Bear. My god."
"Hmmm?" he queries, sounding shaken.
"The way you kiss me."
"Was it okay?"
I laugh, letting my smile curve against his lips, and kiss him as I laugh. “So much more than just okay.” I rub lip gloss off his lips with my thumbs. “I could stay here and kiss you forever." To start with. "But we have things to do."
"Dumb."
I dissolve into laughter, clutching his face and kissing him through my laughter. "I agree. I'd much rather kiss you, but I need to shower and change, and we need to get to the store."
"You really want me to come with you?" he asks.
I sit back on his lap. "I do. I know you're nervous. But it's going to be okay. I'll be with you every step of the way, okay?"
“Not nervous." He lets out a breath. "Fuckin' terrified."
"Oh god, Bear, honey. There's nothing to be afraid of. It’s just my family."
