Bear to the Rescue (Bear Claw Security Book 3) by Terry Bolryder Page A

arms like she weighed no more than a plastic bag. He hefted her against his chest and strode for the bedroom with long, pounding strides.
    She held on to his collar and felt herself get wet in anticipation of just what he was going to do to her. Anything, anything at all would stop the burning ache inside her that had been going ever since they’d been alone together. The ache she’d tried hard to ignore but that had burned bright even through their conversation.
    She’d thought in talking to him about their lives, she’d feel even more alienated, both by remembering why she didn’t want to commit and seeing he’d run away from his old life.
    Instead, she’d realized life was just too complicated to think of in that way. And sometimes, someone could do the wrong thing for the right reason.
    She couldn’t hold any of that against him. In reality, she was the one who ran away and had been running ever since. Deciding to rub his back was her first active move in their relationship, and she was scared for what that meant in the long run.
    But right now, she just wanted to see him, raw and rough and making love to her, totally exposed.
    And feel no one but her would ever see him that way again. She’d kill them if they tried.
    He kicked open his door and threw her on his bed, kissing up her neck to her ear, which he bit lightly before running his tongue over the entire shell of her ear in a way that made her curl up with pleasure.
    She felt her hands jerked over her head and held together in one of his as he straddled her easily with his huge thighs. For once, he wasn’t trying to make her feel comfortable with teasing and fun remarks or hiding his strength.
    He was letting her see all of him as the male he was. Strong and virile and frightening, probably to everyone but her. For her, even with all that height and those incredible muscles, he was only reassuring. Maybe because with his hot gaze on her, she knew all of that strength was only for her. To protect her. To be with her.
    His lips came down over hers in a harsh claiming, his tongue swiping inside to meld with hers, twisting against her over and over in a hot, passionate embrace that increased the ache between her legs.
    His free hand came down to cup against her there, making her groan against his mouth as his finger pressed hard at her center. Even over her clothing, she writhed at the near agony of the sensation, how close he was already bringing her to release.
    “Bronson,” she said, “I’m… close.”
    “I know,” he said. “I’m going to take you there over and over.” He flicked open her pants and slid down the zipper. Then he lifted his weight off her so he could pull off her pants in one slow motion and toss them aside.
    He looked at her silk panties as a lock of hair fell over his forehead. He looked like a Greek god sitting over her, and she desperately wanted to get her hands free and run her fingertips over every bulging, sweaty ridge of muscle.
    He was beautiful to behold.
    He reached down and ripped off her panties with one hand, and she felt even more wetness in response to his strength, his need. His finger found her clit and touched in a light circle before coming down in the center, hard.
    She arched with a cry as he swirled again, came down again, his mouth finding hers in a hot melding of lips and tongues. As his tongue dove in and out, she imagined just how he was going to feel inside her. Hot and thick and wet, and she didn’t think she would ever have enough.
    As he stroked and teased her, letting her arch her body helplessly, she felt the hunger building inside her to an insatiable level. She felt half animal, so desperate to mate she could barely stand it.
    “Bronson, I need you,” she said hoarsely and heard a dark laugh in return, his lips brushing hers gently.
    “I know,” he said. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be screaming for me.”
    It was a side of him she hadn’t seen before, but so hot she bit her lip