Chapter Seven #2
He lowered his lips by an inch and moved to her ear. Softly he said, “You wear everything you want on your face.”
“I’m being good. It’s tempting, but I’m minding your rules.”
“Mmm.” He pushed into her deeper and she gasped with how good it felt.
“I know you’ll punish me if I kiss you,” she whispered.
“You’ll pull out of me, and I won’t feel you come. I won’t have my release. You’ll leave me naked on the bed and walk out that door. So? I am being good.”
He kissed the side of her neck, sucking. She could feel the gentle lap of his tongue against her sensitive skin as he drove into her slowly again. The torture was back, but she was so, so close. Little helpless sounds escaped her every time he hit it just right.
“Is this your goodbye fuck?” he asked. “Is that what you were doing? Fuck me one last time before we sign the papers?”
“I want you to remember me.” Her wolf’s growl was in her words now, and he leaned back far enough to look at her eyes.
“Beautiful,” he rumbled, the grit in his tone matching hers.
Oh, their animals were awake now. Both of them.
“I won’t be able to forget,” he assured her as he pushed into her deeply again. “You made sure of it.”
His lips were right there again. So close.
So tempting. A naughty part of her wanted to steal the intimacy, like she had in that parking lot last night.
She wanted to prove to him that being with her was better than clinging to his past. She wanted to erase the damage that he had taken on with his loss.
She wanted him to only see her.
Kit leaned up and nipped his lips, then relaxed back down.
“Careful,” he rumbled, but the corners of his lips were curving up slightly.
She leaned up again, barely brushing her lips against his and then relaxed and closed her eyes, arched back against the mattress. She could feel the tank top and separation papers beneath her, but she didn’t care.
“Eyes on me,” he rumbled.
She opened them slowly and stared right into his gold ones. Bridger almost had her there. Kit was so close. He leaned down and brushed her lips back with his, and the sensation in her stomach was like the gravity of a roller coaster. Felt so good.
“Now who is breaking his own rules?” she teased.
That wicked smile on his face was everything. His eyes were glowing brighter than she’d ever seen them, and oh, he was the hottest man she’d ever seen. And he was inside of her. She really didn’t want this to end.
She leaned up again and stopped herself just before she touched his lips, then eased back down. He followed her, chasing her lips and pressed against her mouth.
She inhaled sharply and squeezed his hands as he worked his lips against hers.
Her orgasm came fast, and hard. Her body imploded and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him deeply. He did shallow thrusts as her release crashed through her, and all the while he kissed her.
This feeling right here…she’d never experienced anything like this.
She was floating, or flying perhaps.
She was light as air, and nothing else in the world mattered but their connection here.
She’d never felt a kiss like his. None had meant more.
He bucked into her faster as her orgasm pulsed away inside of her.
She whimpered against his lips and released his hands, wrapped her arms around him, and reveled in the feel of his hips crashing against hers.
He gripped her hair and drove her up the bed with his powerful thrusting, his other arm sliding tightly around her back to keep her against him.
He slowed and drove…deep…deep…and then he was there too as a second wave of release consumed her.
He came inside of her hard, his body tense, his kiss desperate.
Fuck, she didn’t want this to end. She took stock of the moment. Of every pulse of pleasure he gave her. Of every throb of his dick, and jet of warmth that coated her insides.
This was everything. This moment. It felt so big and so powerful, like all of her other memories were blurry now and this was the only one in crystal clear focus.
He slowed them down, dragging out both of their releases, and then settled more of his weight onto her as he pecked her lips once, twice…a third time.
His hand went gentle in her hair, and he nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as close to her as they could be.
She hugged him tightly, fully aware of how finite their time was together. She rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. Rubbed, kissed. He relaxed, seeming unhurried to pull out of her. She was glad. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this. It would have to last her for the rest of her life.
When at last he eased up to look at her, he murmured, “We both broke the rules,” as he brushed a strand of her damp hair from her face.
No make-up, wet hair, flushed cheeks, and still that man was looking at her like she was beautiful. She didn’t believe what he’d said anymore—that she wasn’t his type.
She just wasn’t what he had been used to. Some of her insecurities loosed their grip on her heart as she swam in the openness of his appreciative gaze.
“Favorite smile,” he rumbled, and then pushed off her.
His favorite smile faded from her face as she realized it was done. Their time had come and gone.
He offered her a hand and pulled her to a sitting position. The paperwork to dissolve their union was stuck to her back.
She reached for it and peeled it off, and in horror realized that the remaining dampness from her shower had soaked the page and blurred the ink.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Bridger didn’t seem surprised as he pulled his jeans on. “Pity,” he said. “I’ll have to reprint it, and we can try again tonight.”
“Tonight,” she repeated dumbly. She had to check out of the room at eleven and start her trek back to Alabama.
“Yep. I already booked you another night.” He cast her a wicked grin. “Looks like you have to be paired with me for another day.”
Kit tried not to grin like an idiot. Truly she did.
He’d come here with a plan. Before he’d even made it up to the room, he’d booked her another day to keep her here.
He was the one that had tossed her damp body directly on top of that paperwork.
And now? He wasn’t rushing out of the room to get away from her after what they’d done.
Instead, he turned down the sheets of the bed and leaned over, scooped her up and settled her into the comfortable folds of the sheets.
“Rest,” he told her. “I have to go to work.”
“But…I should clean up.”
“No. You’ll leave my cum in you for a while. I want you to smell like me.”
“Animal,” she accused him.
A dark smile stretched his lips and then was hidden by his movement of pulling his T-shirt on. “It is the animal’s request. It’s the only way to keep him from hunting down Seth and Chase for thinking they had any kind of shot with you.”
“Possessive,” she accused him as he brought her coffee and set it on the nightstand.
He leaned over and kissed her lips, then eased back just enough that his gaze bore directly into hers as he said, “If you knew how good it felt to be buried in your pussy, you would be possessive too.”
Butterflies filled her stomach, and she curled into a little ball. The smile on her face was probably so dumb right now.
“I’ll reprint the paperwork,” he said. “Maybe I’ll even hire a notary to meet us. Make it all official. Text me if you’re working today. I’ll meet up wherever.”
“Are you going to go have a panic attack now about what we did?” she called as he headed for the door.
“Probably,” he clipped out. And then he was gone.
Kit curled deeper into the comfortable sheets and reveled in the buzz of her body. Oh, she liked him. She really liked him.
She pulled her phone from the nightstand and texted him. You’re a fun boy. Send.
His response was fast. Send me a picture.
To help you get through your panic attack? Send.
Sure.
Kit lifted her phone and took a selfie of her in the sheets, the covers pulled down just to above her nipple-line. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were a rosy pink, and her eyes were the bright and glowing gray of her wolf. Send.
A video came through from Bridger a few minutes later. His phone was on some kind of mount in his truck, and he was driving. He didn’t say anything in it, just looked at the camera with a wicked smirk, and then back to the road as he turned. Back at the camera, then to the road.
He looked completely relaxed.
Oh, she understood.
He’d just sent her proof that he wasn’t panicking now.
Kit rested the phone to her chest and grinned vacantly at the ceiling.
If her future mate didn’t make her feel like this, she didn’t want it.