So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Page A

and oddly insubstantial at the same time. She rocked her hips
against Damon’s, somehow knowing that it was a dream and denying it
with every fiber of her being—knowing that it couldn’t possibly
last but wanting to do everything she could to prolong the sweet
satisfaction of the moment.
     
    Damon’s hands worked along her body,
slipping her clothes away, stripping Jennifer down naked in a
matter of heartbeats. He buried his face against her neck, nuzzling
and nibbling, holding her tightly against him as they both writhed
and twisted against each other. “I’ve missed you so much,
Jennifer,” Damon murmured lowly, his voice growling, tight with his
desire.
     
    “I’ve missed you too,” Jennifer
admitted breathlessly, turning her head to kiss him hungrily. She
could feel the ridge of his hard cock pressing against her and in
that moment Jennifer couldn’t think of anything she wanted more
than to feel him deep inside of her, filling her up the way he had
so many times in their night together.
     
    “I want to know every inch of your
body…” Damon told her, his fingernails scratching lightly along her
spine, making her shiver. Jennifer heard the whimpering moans
leaving her lips, felt the hard, hot, muscular bulk of Damon’s body
underneath her; she had no idea when he had gotten naked, but she
was glad he was. Jennifer fell into an ocean of sensations, hearing
Damon’s voice, feeling his body, tasting and smelling and seeing
him as they moved together in bed. It was so satisfying, but she
wanted more every moment, wanted to really be with him, wanted to
feel him taking her.
     
    Jennifer woke up from the dream right
before she would have had real satisfaction, her eyes opening in
the darkness, her body drenched in sweat, shaking with the desire
to feel Damon inside of her. It took her a long time to go back to
sleep once more, haunted by images of their time together, by the
sound of Damon’s voice and the feeling of his hands on her body. It
was difficult for her to figure out what sounds and touches were
the product of her actual memories and which were the product of
the intensely vivid dream she had had of him; Jennifer stopped
trying and relaxed into the sensations, wishing she were in the
woods already, that she had never left the man that she had to
admit to herself she had come to—at least a little
bit—love.
     
    It seemed strange to her, waking up
reluctantly the next morning that she could fall in love with
anyone so quickly. With Robert, her feelings had developed over
time, based on his patience and the gradual unfolding of his
charms. With Damon the reaction had been almost immediate; even
before she had understood what he really was, she had been
intrigued by him, drawn to him like iron filings after a magnet,
pulled towards him through the dark woods and up a cliff. She
hadn’t been able to avoid noticing his attractions even when she
had been concerned at Liam’s apparent desire to possess her for his
own—before she had ever seen him transform into a bear.
     
    Was she crazy? Jennifer considered it
seriously as she began putting the house to rights, moving the
boxes of things she wanted to keep to the side. Whether Damon had
died, simply escaped, or was in the woods, waiting for her,
Jennifer knew that she never wanted to come back to the small town
she had grown up in. It would take a lot of work, but Jennifer
fully intended to sell the house and everything she didn’t want in
it, and move on with a fresh start as soon as she graduated. She
might stay in touch with Robert, or she might not; she might
maintain some of the friendships that she still had in the town, or
she might make a clean break and just pretend that part of her life
had never happened. Jennifer knew she was reacting, that she should
probably take her time and figure out what she really wanted, but
for the moment, she was unconcerned by the need to be
rational.
     
    Jennifer set off for the woods in the
early