The Bear's Mate by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

top. He pushed his cowboy hat toward the back of his head. He had a five
o’clock shadow, and she wanted to devour him.
    “Your
receptionist let me in. She wasn’t going to at first because she said the
doctor’s going on a hot date.”
    “Geez,
I forgot about that…you’ll have to leave because he’ll be here any minute.”
    They
both burst out laughing.
    He
stepped into the room. “I missed you. I don’t think I’ve missed anyone besides
my parents like I have you.”
    Before
she knew it, he had her face cradled between his palms. She loved those blue
eyes of his, his sexy grin, the stubble. She ran her hands over it. It wasn’t
prickly, but soft.   There was every
chance they wouldn’t make the movie on time, but there was always a DVD and
popcorn at home.
    His
lips went on her mouth, and she was putty in his hands again as she opened it
and let his tongue slip inside her mouth and duel with her own.
    Next
thing she knew, he was picking her up and taking her to the examination table.
He sat her down and began to unbutton her blouse. A snip of cold air hit her
breasts as he pulled the sides apart. Today she’d worn her bra that fastened at
the front. He must have realized it and unhooked it with one finger until it
loosened, fell apart and exposed her breasts.
    “You
are the most beautiful woman in the universe.”
    “Wow
the universe. Have you been to the whole universe?”
    “What
would you say if I said yes,” he whispered close to her right ear.
    He
ran his index finger around the nipple of the breast. It puckered and then
hardened. Aiden became more aggressive with his next move. Grabbing
both her breasts, squeezing them tight before plunging his mouth down on her
nipple and sucking and licking. Using his tongue, he made a trail down
her upper stomach. Aiden tugged at the button on her skirt until it popped open,
and then slowly, almost too slowly for her liking, pulled down the zipper.
Charlotte lifted her hips enabling him to glide the skirt over her hips. He threw
it on the ground. Now all that stood between them were her panties and
pantyhose.
    Aiden
grabbed a pair of scissors that sat on the tray next to the table and started
to snip away at her black hose. Her pussy grew heavy, achy, and in dire need
for his attention.
    The
cold metal of the scissors glided gently up her legs as he pulled away the dark
black material exposing her skin one inch at a time. He threw the shreds on the
floor and next he began cutting away her panties. He was an expert, glazing her
skin gently with the blades while making sure he didn’t cut her.
    He
threw all the last pieces of them on the floor and then retrieved the stool
from the other side of the room. He pulled out the stirrups at the end of the
table and slipped her feet into them.
    It
was so wrong…had he locked the door on the way in…what if…
    She
took a deep breath as he ran his fingers from her clit to her anus and back up.
He pushed one finger inside her, then two and massaged the inside wall of her
pussy.
    Charlotte
wiggled her hips, hoping he realized just how crazy he made her for wanting
more and more from him on each of their sexual adventures. She clenched his
fingers and cried out as the first climax swept upon her. She glanced down
between her legs seeing his mouth mere inches from her curls. She grabbed the
paper lining the examining table as his tongue drive inside her. She bucked and
wiggled as he licked and plunged deeper each time he withdrew his tongue and
slipped it back inside. Aiden had the longest tongue of any man she’d known.
    Her
legs shook, and she held on tight as her second climax took her. She whimpered,
wanting more and more from him. She heard the stool scraping along the floor
and looked down to see that Aiden had kicked it away when he’d stood. He’d dropped
his pants and shorts, and here he stood with his erect cock just mere inches
from her opening.
    He
grabbed her thighs, pulled her down the table toward him and