the touch of his mouth as she had the night of their blind date. Faster and faster, he stroked until her body trembled and her hips strained against his mouth. When he sensed her peak approaching, he closed his teeth around her clit and bit down. He was rougher than he intended. The taste of his mate had eroded away his control. Her scream of pleasure made his bear roar with its own satisfaction.
He continued to stroke her flesh until the last shudder ran through her. When her pleasure had passed, he lowered her legs and eased his body back up hers. He drank in her satisfaction with triumph and possession. He had pleasured his mate. Cupping the back of her head, he lifted her for his kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own desire. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him deeper inside.
When they both needed to breathe, he pulled away and lay down beside her. She leaned into him, fitting her head into the crook of his shoulder as naturally as if she had been born to be there. Which she had been. With every passing moment the truth settled deeper into his soul. This was the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He tightened his hold. He loved the feel of her, the fragrance of her, vanilla and sugar, blended with her arousal. He’d thought he’d died and gone to bear heaven.
Quinn h ad been on his share of dates. You name the scenario, he’d done it. Dancing, drinking, dinner. Amusement parks, sporting events, even an off-Broadway musical. This was the first time he’d sat high above the city on the top floor of a building under construction with a beautiful—deeply satisfied—woman in his arms. He licked his lips still tasting her pleasure.
“It’s so beautiful up her e.” Her sweet, shy smile made his heart hurt.
“I’m glad you think so.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand . “This is where I spend most of my time. Well, here or in the woods behind my house.”
She had a perplexed look on her face, prompting him to ask, “What?”
“I would never have pictured a bear shifter as a high rise construction worker.”
“Really? What did you picture a bear shifter doing?” Say licking your pussy or fucking you from behind. Please, pretty please, his bear begged.
“I don’t know, something to do with the woods?”
Oh, he was doing something with wood, he was sporting the biggest woody of all freaking time.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in the wild, catching a salmon or two, but I’m just as happy here.”
“Do you catch fish when you’re, um—”
“A bear?” He laughed at her embarrassed expression.
“I bet you’re a beautiful bear.”
“Well, damn bab y.” He was flabbergasted. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “Want to see?”
“Here?”
“Now, what would the inspector think if he saw a half-ton bear roaming around the tenth floor?”
“I don’t know.” She rose to her knees. “What’s the inspector going to say when he sees a seven foot man getting a blow job on the tenth floor?”
Quinn almost swallowed his tongue. “Baby, you don’t—”
She pushed at his shoulder and he followed her lead relaxing back against the blanket. At first she just stared at him, so long and so hard, he thought she might have changed her mind. He never wanted her to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. He’d planned on introducing her to several experiences he knew she’d never had. And never would with anyone other than himself.
He started to sit up again. A small warm palm on his arm stopped him. He settled back down and her hands reached for the fastener of his jeans. She didn’t immediately open it. Instead, her hand dropped to cup the thick bulge of his dick that threatened to burst through the denim fabric.
“See what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion. “Touch me, Paige.”
She caressed his length through the rough material, using just enough pressure to drive him out of his
He continued to stroke her flesh until the last shudder ran through her. When her pleasure had passed, he lowered her legs and eased his body back up hers. He drank in her satisfaction with triumph and possession. He had pleasured his mate. Cupping the back of her head, he lifted her for his kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own desire. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him deeper inside.
When they both needed to breathe, he pulled away and lay down beside her. She leaned into him, fitting her head into the crook of his shoulder as naturally as if she had been born to be there. Which she had been. With every passing moment the truth settled deeper into his soul. This was the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He tightened his hold. He loved the feel of her, the fragrance of her, vanilla and sugar, blended with her arousal. He’d thought he’d died and gone to bear heaven.
Quinn h ad been on his share of dates. You name the scenario, he’d done it. Dancing, drinking, dinner. Amusement parks, sporting events, even an off-Broadway musical. This was the first time he’d sat high above the city on the top floor of a building under construction with a beautiful—deeply satisfied—woman in his arms. He licked his lips still tasting her pleasure.
“It’s so beautiful up her e.” Her sweet, shy smile made his heart hurt.
“I’m glad you think so.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand . “This is where I spend most of my time. Well, here or in the woods behind my house.”
She had a perplexed look on her face, prompting him to ask, “What?”
“I would never have pictured a bear shifter as a high rise construction worker.”
“Really? What did you picture a bear shifter doing?” Say licking your pussy or fucking you from behind. Please, pretty please, his bear begged.
“I don’t know, something to do with the woods?”
Oh, he was doing something with wood, he was sporting the biggest woody of all freaking time.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in the wild, catching a salmon or two, but I’m just as happy here.”
“Do you catch fish when you’re, um—”
“A bear?” He laughed at her embarrassed expression.
“I bet you’re a beautiful bear.”
“Well, damn bab y.” He was flabbergasted. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “Want to see?”
“Here?”
“Now, what would the inspector think if he saw a half-ton bear roaming around the tenth floor?”
“I don’t know.” She rose to her knees. “What’s the inspector going to say when he sees a seven foot man getting a blow job on the tenth floor?”
Quinn almost swallowed his tongue. “Baby, you don’t—”
She pushed at his shoulder and he followed her lead relaxing back against the blanket. At first she just stared at him, so long and so hard, he thought she might have changed her mind. He never wanted her to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. He’d planned on introducing her to several experiences he knew she’d never had. And never would with anyone other than himself.
He started to sit up again. A small warm palm on his arm stopped him. He settled back down and her hands reached for the fastener of his jeans. She didn’t immediately open it. Instead, her hand dropped to cup the thick bulge of his dick that threatened to burst through the denim fabric.
“See what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion. “Touch me, Paige.”
She caressed his length through the rough material, using just enough pressure to drive him out of his
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