Stone Bear: Sentinel (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Stone Bears Book 1) by Amelia Jade Page B
Authors: Amelia Jade
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revealed broad muscle everywhere she touched. His chest flexed almost reflexively under her caress, which she emphasized by running her fingers through the slight patch of hair on his breastbone.
“What?” he asked as she made a noise while doing so.
“I like this,” she said, pointing at the black patch. “It’s sexy. Makes you more manly.”
“Oh,” he said, then smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I do. Now hush,” she said, and went back to work, finishing undoing the last of the buttons. “Off,” she said, stepping back to watch as he removed the shirt entirely.
He has the body of a damn statue!
Every muscle seemed to be bulging and visible. Her feet carried her right up to him, at which point her fingers ran across the bumps of his abs. They were so well defined she could count each of them.
“Now, unzip me,” she said, turning around to face away from him.
“Of course,” he said into her ear, his voice practically a purr as she finally let him touch her.
A shock ran through her body at the sheer warmth his hands exuded as they ran up her arms to the zipper, which ended at her neck. Despite his size, he managed to undo the clasp with ease and the zipper slid smoothly down her back.
She shivered as his fingers ran up her back, pressing under the fabric, and then down her arms, taking the dress with it as he stripped her down to her underwear in a matter of moments. The material fell to the floor into a puddle of silk, from which she removed her legs.
A moan slipped from her lips as he moved closer, his arms encompassing her at the same time his chin dipped. Gabriel’s lips breathed fire along her neck, a burning blaze to echo the furnace building between her legs as his hands ran from her sides, across her stomach, and up to cup her breasts through the thin lace of her bra.
“Is this allowed?” he breathed into her ear, before taking a gentle nibble of her lobe, which sent all kinds of shockwaves through her spine, weakening her legs.
“Yes,” she said, her voice trailing into a hiss as his fingers gently tweaked one of her hardened nubs through the material. It took her a moment to recover and find her voice once more as he switched to the other side. “But put me up on the counter.”
“Of course,” he said obediently, picking her up as if she were nothing, and carrying her two steps forward and two to the right as he entered the kitchen, depositing her on the counter so she was at his head height.
“Now get your hands back on me—this counter is cold. Keep me warm.”
Gabriel didn’t respond this time, surging forward to close the foot or so gap that had opened between them, his arms clasping around her back as his lips sought hers. They met and she jumped as a small static charge leapt between them. But the sheer heat that he exuded quickly made her forget that and the cold granite on her legs and ass. His touch seemed to bring her to life, and she felt warmth begin to pool between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.
She wanted him. Bad. The buildup was driving her wild with a craving need, but she held on, not wanting to give in just yet. Gabriel’s mouth opened, and his tongue sought hers, finding it in a flash as her lips parted in return. Her bra fell away, exposing her breasts to him. Caia hadn’t even felt his fingers touching it, she was so caught up in kissing him.
“I think things are slightly uneven,” Gabriel said as he stepped back, his eyes feasting on her nakedness with a ferocity that made her swallow hard with nervousness.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Things had been perfectly fine with her.
“Give me your hands,” he said, and she smiled at the reversal of authority that had managed to subtly take place without her realizing it.
Still, she didn’t protest, sticking her hands out. Gabriel took them and placed them on his belt. “I think you should remove this and equalize our nakedness,” he said, his eyes twinkling before
“What?” he asked as she made a noise while doing so.
“I like this,” she said, pointing at the black patch. “It’s sexy. Makes you more manly.”
“Oh,” he said, then smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I do. Now hush,” she said, and went back to work, finishing undoing the last of the buttons. “Off,” she said, stepping back to watch as he removed the shirt entirely.
He has the body of a damn statue!
Every muscle seemed to be bulging and visible. Her feet carried her right up to him, at which point her fingers ran across the bumps of his abs. They were so well defined she could count each of them.
“Now, unzip me,” she said, turning around to face away from him.
“Of course,” he said into her ear, his voice practically a purr as she finally let him touch her.
A shock ran through her body at the sheer warmth his hands exuded as they ran up her arms to the zipper, which ended at her neck. Despite his size, he managed to undo the clasp with ease and the zipper slid smoothly down her back.
She shivered as his fingers ran up her back, pressing under the fabric, and then down her arms, taking the dress with it as he stripped her down to her underwear in a matter of moments. The material fell to the floor into a puddle of silk, from which she removed her legs.
A moan slipped from her lips as he moved closer, his arms encompassing her at the same time his chin dipped. Gabriel’s lips breathed fire along her neck, a burning blaze to echo the furnace building between her legs as his hands ran from her sides, across her stomach, and up to cup her breasts through the thin lace of her bra.
“Is this allowed?” he breathed into her ear, before taking a gentle nibble of her lobe, which sent all kinds of shockwaves through her spine, weakening her legs.
“Yes,” she said, her voice trailing into a hiss as his fingers gently tweaked one of her hardened nubs through the material. It took her a moment to recover and find her voice once more as he switched to the other side. “But put me up on the counter.”
“Of course,” he said obediently, picking her up as if she were nothing, and carrying her two steps forward and two to the right as he entered the kitchen, depositing her on the counter so she was at his head height.
“Now get your hands back on me—this counter is cold. Keep me warm.”
Gabriel didn’t respond this time, surging forward to close the foot or so gap that had opened between them, his arms clasping around her back as his lips sought hers. They met and she jumped as a small static charge leapt between them. But the sheer heat that he exuded quickly made her forget that and the cold granite on her legs and ass. His touch seemed to bring her to life, and she felt warmth begin to pool between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.
She wanted him. Bad. The buildup was driving her wild with a craving need, but she held on, not wanting to give in just yet. Gabriel’s mouth opened, and his tongue sought hers, finding it in a flash as her lips parted in return. Her bra fell away, exposing her breasts to him. Caia hadn’t even felt his fingers touching it, she was so caught up in kissing him.
“I think things are slightly uneven,” Gabriel said as he stepped back, his eyes feasting on her nakedness with a ferocity that made her swallow hard with nervousness.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Things had been perfectly fine with her.
“Give me your hands,” he said, and she smiled at the reversal of authority that had managed to subtly take place without her realizing it.
Still, she didn’t protest, sticking her hands out. Gabriel took them and placed them on his belt. “I think you should remove this and equalize our nakedness,” he said, his eyes twinkling before
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