Bear Love by Belinda Meyers Page B

melt and dissolve in the
light of those eyes. He really had opened himself up to her, showing her
secrets forbidden to outsiders. Had he incurred any risk in bringing her here?
Would the other bear shifters in his crew punish him? Suddenly she felt worry
for him.
    “They won’t go hard on you for
bringing me here, will they?” she said.
    He snorted. “Connor might bleed me,
but I’ll bleed him back, you’d better be sure. He’ll have to think long and
hard about that if that’s the way he wants to go. I challenged him once a few
years ago. I lost, but it was close. I might could take him now.”
    “But it would come to blood, if
they found out.”
    Mike didn’t deny it. “You don’t
need to worry for me, Jess.” He reached out and traced a finger below her jaw,
then cupped her face tenderly. His flesh was so warm that she shuddered.
Instantly she felt herself grow wet.
    His nostrils flared. “You want me.”
    Damn his shifter nose. “Yes.”
    “I want you, too.”
    She could see his enormous shaft
straining against his pants.
    “I know,” she said, biting her lip.
    Apparently thinking she was going
to refuse him again, he started to draw his hand away from her face, but she
reached up quickly and held it in place, just like he’d done with her. She also
pressed herself against him, pushing her breasts against his lower chest. She
could feel his cock shove against her belly. At the contact, it throbbed, she
could feel it even through the denim, and her panties grew even wetter.
    “Don’t toy with me,” he said, his
voice rough.
    “I’m not,” she said. “But this is
just a one-time thing, okay? That’s the only way I can do this. It’s too soon
for me to be with somebody, in a relationship, but … a fling … that would be
okay.”
    His face was unreadable. “I’m not
signing any contract, Jess.” His voice was low and growly. “I’m not making any
agreements. But I won’t press you to do anything you don’t want.”
    She could feel his chest vibrate
with a sort of purring, growling noise as he spoke. She thought he’d probably
had to concentrate very hard to get those words out. Passion had taken him. His
eyes glimmered, shifting hues of silver winking in them. His bear had risen
inside him.
    She thrust her hand underneath his
shirt and felt his abs. His skin burned with an inner fire. The hardness of his
eight-pack astonished her, and she ran her other hand under his shirt and
spread her fingers across his stomach, feeling his thick slabs of muscle roll
under her touch, quivering as she moved. She was doing that, driving him wild.
At the sudden power she had over him, a tingle of joy sang through her.
    His head bent to hers again, and
his lips found hers and kissed her passionately, slowly. As he kissed her, he
unzipped her jeans. He did this slowly, too, and she could feel his grin
against her lips. He was making her wait for him. Damn him! She wanted him bad.
    Her jeans fell around her ankles
and she kicked them away. He yanked her sodden panties down part-way next and
explored her sex with his thick, warm fingers. She moaned against him.
    “You’re so hot,” she said.
    “Bullshit,” he grumbled. “You’re
burning me up.”
    He rubbed a circle around her opening,
then thrummed her clit with his finger. She gasped and twisted, so turned on
she could barely concentrate on returning his kisses. His lips touched the
corners of hers, then her cheek, then trailed down her jaw and the soft skin on
her neck.
    “Now,” she demanded, wriggling out
of her panties completely and kicking them away.
    “Now what?” he said, playing with
her.
    “Fuck me.”
    He paused, then softly growled in
her ear, “I’ll make love to you, woman. No less, or no deal.”
    There was no time to argue about
it. “Do it!”
    He shoved a finger inside her, and
she clutched at his bulging arms to steady herself. She had never felt like
this with Andrew. The fire Mike lit inside her was all-consuming. The