Page 28 of Bear with Me
"I tried to wait for you." When he opened his eyes, they dilated with lust. "I'm ready."
My heart soared with hope, but I didn't want to make assumptions. "For what?"
"I'm still figuring out who I am now that my parents are gone, but I want to see what we could have together. This domestic life has been fun, and living with you would be easy."
I thought back over the last few days, and he was right. It was still early in our relationship, but we didn't annoy each other to the point of bickering over perceived slights, the way I argued with my brothers.
"If you'll have me, I want to know if this," he pointed to his now half-hard erection and then at me, "will help me get through the weeks without you."
"Weeks?" We'd talked about meeting up on weekends, rotating where we spent our time between our two homes, but I thought that was as far as it would go for now.
"I don't like spending a few hours without you." His bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout. "I can't imagine how hard it will be trying to answer insurance questions when all I want to do is think about you, especially when you look at me like that."
"Like what?"
He grinned. "First, you're naked. Second, you have a body that puts all those museum statues to shame. Third, I've been with plenty of guys, but none of them looked at me the way you do."
My bear bristled at the mention of other guys. I soothed him with the truth. "They weren't your mate."
He nodded. "I still don't know what that means, but I want to find out." He rolled onto his back with his arms spread wide. "Come here."
I crawled onto the bed but hesitated with my knees between his spread ankles. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I want you, Ollie Beaman."
I wanted him, too, but I knew one taste would never be enough. Still, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be with my willing mate.
He reached for me, and I lowered myself on top of him, careful not to crush him beneath me. He smelled so good, like pine with a hint of sugar. I nuzzled his throat, savoring the scent and feel of him.
He kissed my temple and then tugged on my hair until we gazed at each other from a few inches away.
"Kiss me, please. I haven't been able to stop thinking?—"
Me neither. I pulled his pouty full bottom lip into my mouth, and his words faded into a long, broken moan.
"Mine,"my bear said as I possessed Blake's mouth, claiming everything my tongue touched as my personal playground. Blake kissed me back with equal curiosity and confidence. The way he sucked on my tongue had me gasping for breath and nearing the edge, and he hadn't even touched me beyond where his hands rested on my shoulders and his chest brushed against mine with each breath.
"Need you inside me," I said.
"Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any ... this was supposed to be alone time at the cabin." His cheeks flushed pink.
"Bear shifters don't catch or carry human diseases."
He blinked up at me. "Wow. So you're not human?"
"The first bear shifters might have been, but I was born this way."
He ran his fingers through my short hair and pulled me in for a kiss. "I want to learn everything about you, starting with the sounds you make when you come."
Cautious of my bulk, I flipped us over so I lay on my back and Blake's legs slotted between mine. He squawked like a chicken at the move and then collapsed against my chest, shaking with laughter.
"I promise, that's nothing like how I sound in the throes of passion."
I laughed with him. "'Throes of passion?' Do you write poetry in those notebooks?"
He glared down at me with the scowl I remembered from the plane. "What do you have against poetry?"
"Nothing!" I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. "Write whatever you want."
