Some Bear to Love: BBW Bear Shifter (BWWM) Romance Standalone by Terry Bolryder

hair as he went, enjoying the ocean wind and her scent and her soft sighs as he took his time touching her. There would be time for rough lovemaking later. Right now, he just wanted to savor the moment and watch the sunset with her.
    “Sebastien?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
    “Yes?” he asked.
    “If you don’t take me into that bedroom and make good on your promises right freaking now, I’m going to burst.”
    He chuckled and continued his teasing, torturous kisses. “Just so you know, I hope you have many adventures.” He stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest, holding her tight. “If the man you marry doesn’t give you adventures, make sure to write and let me know.”
    He knew it was an absurd thing to offer. Why should she care to let him know? But he found himself needing her to say she would. He needed to know she was okay. She was his mate after all. Even if he didn’t believe mates were all they were cracked up to be, he’d felt too much for her too soon to be able to write it off completely.
    No, he would always worry about her some, even if he knew they couldn’t possibly go together. She was a New York lawyer with a family expectation for whom she would marry, and he was a sea captain who had no responsibility for anything but his job.
    It’d be a horrible match. But when she leaned up and whispered in his ear for him to take her, he found himself not giving a damn. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
    She giggled in pleasure. At least in this one way, they seemed to be perfectly matched.

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    W hen he laid her on his bed, all he could think was she looked perfect there against his sky-blue sheets. A goddess with beautiful braids and a curvaceous, strong body he wanted—no, needed—to run his hands over completely.
    He whipped off her bikini and tossed it beside the bed. Her breasts were even more beautiful in the light of his room than they were in the darkness on the dinghy when he could barely see them. So beautiful, perfect, and round with dark nipples that begged for his attention. He immediately acquiesced, loving one and then the other with his mouth as she cried out in pleasure and arched, giving him even better access. He used his strong hands to gather the mounds together and licked a line along the inner curve where they met, and she cursed and then grinned at him to let him know it had been the good kind of cursing.
    He continued to lick and play as one hand dipped to play with the waistband of her bikini. He loved the feel of her soft curves all around it, her full, voluptuous thighs and wide, curvaceous hips. She was generously built, and he could barely wait to be inside her. But he also wanted to savor every minute of their time together.
    “I can’t wait,” she said. “I’m already wet for you.” She reached for his hand and drew him over her. He looked into her sparkling gray eyes as heat surged through him. She was wet all right and ready. The feel of her was heaven.
    He ran his hands lightly over her breasts again, loving the silky softness of them, the heft in his hands. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said.
    She arched in response, loving his touch. He leaned forward to kiss each breast, licking and swirling his tongue until each nub was hard and aching and wet. Then he took each between his thumb and forefinger and pinched lightly. She gasped with a little scream and rolled sideways. He reached in the top drawer of his bedside table for a silvery tie. He grinned at her as he held it out in offering. He didn’t mean to bind her for his own enjoyment, though he knew he’d enjoy seeing her writhe beneath him. No, he meant to bind her so she could get more enjoyment than even her sensitive body would allow.
    He wanted to make her feel so good she felt she would explode, and then make it so she couldn’t run away.
    He looped the tie over one wrist and secured it in an intricate knot before tying it to his