Hard To Bear by Georgette St. Clair Page A

liquid.  She started to sag in his arms, and his arms tightened and held her, crushing her closer against him.
    His rock hard erection pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach.  He was so tall he had to bend down to kiss her, and she stood on her tiptoes to receive his devouring kiss.
    “Bed,” she moaned.  They needed to be in a bed.
    With his shifter strength, he scooped her up in his arms as if she were light as a feather pillow, and carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.  She nuzzled and kissed his neck as he carried her, breathing in his earthy, masculine scent.
    When they got to the bedroom, it was a race to see who could rip off h er clothes faster.  He undid her pajama top so fast that buttons went flying, but she didn’t care.  She shimmied out of her pajama pants, and he pushed her back on to the bed, falling on top of her and covering her with the giant wall of muscle that was his body.
    “Not interested, huh?” he growled, pinning her hands above her head.  He moved his body so he could kiss her neck, nipping at her soft flesh and then running his tongue over the area he’d just bitten.
    “Mmm,” she whimpered helplessly, squirming underneath him.  Damn the bear, teasing her like this when she wanted him inside her, with a hungry, aching urgency.
    “What’s that? I didn’t quite catch that.” He nipped at her neck again, and then moved down to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her nipple was swollen, sensitive, engorged in his mouth. Every inch of her body that he touched lit up with pleasure, little rivulets of delicious sensation crackling down her nerve endings.
    “Yes…. Ohhh, yes….” She wailed, squirming. “Okay, maybe I’m a little…ohhhh….interested…”
    “Good,” he growled. “Because I’m very interested.” He sucked at her nipple again, gently tugging it with his teeth, and another whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.
    He cupped her other breast with his hand, and ran his thumb over the nipple.  Little jolts of pleasure shot throughout her body.  His massive bulk pressed her into the mattress, and she couldn’t have escaped if she’d tried.  She lay there helpless and loving it.
    Then he moved down lower still, and she bit her lip, anticipating what was to come.
    “I can’t wait to taste you, baby,” he crooned. “You smell so sweet.”
    He kissed her stomach, and she couldn’t help but flinch.
    “What?” he murmured into the soft swell of her flesh.
    “I’m fat.”
    “You’re well padded.  I like that in a woman.  When I make love, I don’t want to bang up against someone’s bony skeleton.” 
    She forced herself to relax, trying not to think of the other women he’d made love to.  He was here with her now, for this night, and that was all that mattered. 
    He kissed her again, swirling his tongue over her flesh.  It was amazing how her body responded to his every touch, her skin instantly turning deliciously sensitive under his hot kisses and firm caress. 
    He moved down lower still, to the neatly clipped triangle of red curls, and then placed his big, strong hands on her soft thighs and firmly spread them apart.  She kept herself shaved bare on the lips.
    He spread her lips open gently, reverently, as if he were opening a box of delicious chocolates or a treasure chest of gold.  Then he ran his tongue along the seam, from back to front, in one long slow lap, and she gasped in ecstasy.
    He slowly lapped at her again and again, and then his hot, hungry mouth close d around the swollen pink bud of her clitoris, and he sucked at it hard.  She sank her fingers into his shoulders, moaning helplessly beneath the sensual torment of his tongue.
    Her arousal was building up inside her like a hot wall o f lava, and she writhed with mingled pleasure and frustration. 
    If he didn’t make her come soon she’d die. 
    As he sucked, he slipped a finger inside her, and began stroking her inner wall, until he found the sensitive spot that made