BEARedtoYouBBWShifterEroticRomanceARe by Tawny Taylor Page B

frustration.
    He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other. “Look at me.”
    She opened her eyes.
    His were focused on hers. Wide and warm. They were dark but full of tenderness. “I came to you because I had to have you. I had to possess you. But I’ve stayed with you because I need you.”
    His confession brought tears to her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she’d longed to hear those words from him. And she hadn’t realized how much she ached to tell him she was falling in love with him. But she wouldn’t. No. She couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
    He settled over top of her and she shuddered as his dick prodded at her slit. He glided into her slowly, the leisurely pace of his thrusts making the most of every intimate stroke. He made love to her. Stroked her. Held her. Kissed her.
    His cock drove in and out of her, taking, claiming, but his touches and whispered promises were sweet and sincere. What had started out as a hot fuck ended as lovemaking beyond her wildest dreams. Lovemaking she’d never forget, no matter how long she lived.
    And when it was through, he untied her and held her until she drifted off to sleep. As she slipped into her dreams, she swore she heard him whisper, “I love you, kitten.”
    * * * * *
    “Wake up, sweetheart.” Tarik’s deep, husky voice entered her dreams once again. In her mind’s eye, she saw his face. He smiled. “Time to get up. We have a long walk ahead of us. We need to get going.”
    Slowly, her dreams faded and the sensations of the world around her penetrated the haze of sleep. She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to open her eyes. She just wanted to go back to sleep and dream some more. There, in the world of her fantasies, none of the bad stuff existed. Only good. Tarik. He loved her.
    “What time is it?” Her voice was gritty from lack of sleep. It felt like she’d drifted off only fifteen minutes ago.
    “Just after three.”
    She groaned and dragged the pillow over her face. “Why do we need to leave so early?”
    “We need to get moving if we want to clear the Canadian Customs before sunrise. I don’t want to tangle with Torborg until I’ve had a chance to get online, but if we’re going to get into town by a decent hour, we’re going to have to catch a ride from someone to White Moose. It’ll take us days to walk.”
    “We’re going to hitchhike?”
    “Sure. It’ll be safe. Most of the time the only people driving these roads at night are vacationers in RV’s and truckers. I figure either way, we’ll be comfortable. Besides, those boots of yours aren’t exactly made for hiking. Your feet would be shreds if we walk. It’s only a few hours down to White Moose by car. We can be down there by breakfast. I’ll buy you steak and eggs at the White Moose Grill.”
    That set her mouth a-watering. Quite suddenly she realized she was starving. “Steak sounds good.”
    “Let’s go.” Since he was already dressed and ready to head out, he did a lot of pacing as she dressed, put on some make up, ate a snack and gathered her things. She knew they’d have some walking to do, so there was no way they’d be able to take everything they’d managed to haul to the motel, but she was determined to take everything she could. She crammed as much into her rolling suitcase as would fit—the thing had to weigh eighty pounds!—wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and nodded. “Ready.”
    He gave her one of those no-way looks and pointed at the suitcase sitting on one end beside her. “You can’t take that thing.”
    “Why not? It’s heavy but it rolls. I need the stuff in there.”
    “Hot rollers?”
    “Yes, hot rollers. We’re heading into a city, right? What if we decide to go out for some drinks? My hair’s frizzy if I don’t curl it.”
    “You look fantastic without going to all that fuss. Besides, I doubt there’ll be anyone there you’d want to impress. Take the small bag. Put a few clothes in it. Warm