Scottish Werebear: A Second Chance: A BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Scottish Werebears Book 6) by Lorelei Moone

Diane's perfume hung in the air, making it easy for James to follow her route. They rushed outside, avoiding the reporters who would have lingered around the main lobby still.
    James put his arm around Charlie's shoulder. In good old British fashion, the weather had turned during the two hours they'd spent inside for the conference. An icy cold drizzle was falling now as clouds shrouded the city, obscuring much of the skyline.
    "Where to, madam spokesperson?" James joked.
    Charlie took out her phone for directions. "This way," she said, pointing up at the road ahead.
    He wrapped his arm tighter around her, aiming to protect her from the elements as best he could and off they went.
    ***
    Charlie wasn't sure what exactly had happened through most of the press conference. Equally, she had no idea how she'd found her way back to her hotel.
    But here they were.
    She looked at James, who was taking off his coat and hanging it over a chair to dry. Charlie followed his example.
    Was this actually happening? The culmination of all those forbidden teenage fantasies was finally coming true?
    Her sensible side should have doubts. She should wonder about why she could trust him to stay now after he'd just left the last time. She should equally worry about whether they were even compatible at all. Different species, different backgrounds. She should be concerned about what this meant for the future. Did this mean they could never have a family? Who knew how compatible their biology would be?
    But her head wasn't doing much thinking right now; her heart was. And that was convinced that somehow, everything was going to be all right.
    James stepped up to her, cupping her face in his hands. She didn't want to wait anymore. This time, nobody and nothing could interrupt them.
    She tiptoed to get closer to his level and wrapped her arms around his neck. His scent filled her nostrils. Like a classy aftershave, only better. The anticipation threatened to overwhelm.
    Charlie closed her eyes and felt herself become weightless in his arms.
    Finally, their lips touched, releasing a decade of tension and frustrations. So soft, his lips were. So gentle.
    He tasted even better than she remembered.
    Words couldn't describe the feeling of the tips of their tongues dancing around each other. Butterflies? Certainly not. Fireworks? Not even close.
    It was as though her whole body was on fire, and the only thing to soothe the burn was him. His kisses, his touch.
    Charlie opened her eyes and was instantly mesmerized by the raging inferno in his.
    James carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently on her back. She refused to let go of him, forcing him to climb on top of her.
    Their hands, now hungry to catch up on lost time, roamed the other's bodies. Discovering, familiarizing, conquering whatever was in reach. She tore at his shirt, which finally gave way at the seams. Meanwhile, he took her blouse in his teeth and ripped all the buttons right off it in one swift tug.
    There she lay on her back, exposed. How different their bodies were. Soft curves against hard muscle. Charlie thought again about what he'd said. How shifters were all the same and humans were more beautiful because they were different. It made sense the other way around too.
    The body that rested on top of her was uniquely beautiful; a human lover would have been different. Not so strong, so tall, definitely not that muscular. This was a level of perfection you didn't normally find out in the real world.
    He dove down and tasted her skin. Nibbling, sucking and licking at her cleavage; leaving sweet pleasure wherever his mouth went.
    She couldn't do much more except enjoy herself. She was helplessly at his mercy.
    With one hand, he rid her of her bra, giving him even more exposed skin to play with.
    Charlie grabbed for his hair, tugging at it playfully at first. But when his lips found her nipple, she lost almost all control.
    The rougher she touched him, the more turned on he seemed to