Chapter Six #2
He teased her lips with his as he unfastened the button on her jeans.
Moira lost her mind and slid her arms over his shoulders, then tried to kiss him, but he eased back every inch she advanced.
A flash of anger took her at the teasing, and she shoved him in the chest. He only moved slightly and then spun her around and yanked her jeans down her thighs.
Moira kicked out of them and adjusted to the weight of him against her back and locked her arms on the kitchen island.
He grabbed her hair in the back and eased her head back as he ground against her ass.
“You want to revisit that conversation? I want a better answer from you. Are you going to enjoy our time together, or are you going to strip me down?”
“I’ll do whatever I want,” she said through a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah?” He pushed his boxer briefs down and bent her over farther, then teased her entrance with his cock. “Try again.”
“I’ll do whatever—”
“Save that attitude for the outside world,” he gritted out. “Go insult everyone out there.” He jammed a finger at the door. “Don’t use that shit on me.”
“Why not?” she uttered, pushing back against his stone hard erection. “I get what I want this way.”
“That’s what this is?” he gritted out. He eased away from her. “Bad kitty. No rewards for ruining lunches.”
To her eternal frustration, he released her hair and her waist and the weight of him disappeared off her back completely.
Her body was so revved up right now, disappointment washed through her at the absence of his warmth.
Her body was humming with electricity as she turned slowly. Her mind was foggy. What had she been fighting him over again?
“I’m…” She searched for intelligent words, but her mind was so foggy from his touch. She felt drunk. “I’m…”
“Say it,” he demanded in a steely voice, stepping back, back, back until he was leaning against the pantry door.
She inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
When she opened her eyes again, he looked half-animal.
His arms were crossed over his chest, and his gold eyes reflected oddly in the kitchen lighting.
His boxer briefs were in a pile on the floor, and his cock was still swollen and hard as a rock.
Dominance filled the room with a heaviness that she bet even humans could feel.
“Come here,” he murmured.
And damn her legs, they minded him. They would’ve trotted her over to him if she wouldn’t have tried to control it. Thankfully, so she could keep a shred of dignity, she kept her pace slow and steady.
She squared up to him and said it again. “I’m sorry. I get angry.”
“You get angry when you’re scared.”
Moira frowned. “Wh-what?”
“When you get rattled, you throw a grenade at whatever is rattling you.”
Ooooh, he was very very clever. Dangerous man.
She shrugged, unable to come up with anything good to respond with.
He uncrossed his arms and lifted his big strong hand. His touched gentled as he dragged his fingertip down her cheek. “You did good. Good kitty. You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded helplessly. Yes, she really really wanted that. It made her head go quiet, and made her feel close to him, and that felt important. She wouldn’t admit that part out loud, but she really liked being close to him.
A slow, devilish smile took his masculine lips, and his hand went to her throat again.
His grip there was gentle as he pulled her closer and kissed her.
God, she loved how dominant he was. She loved that she could go quiet and trust him to lead them through an adventure that would feel so good on her body, her heart, and most importantly, her mind.
“How do you want it?” he asked against her ear, then drew her sensitive earlobe into his mouth to bite it gently.
“Like you were going to do it just now.”
“Mmm.” The sound that rattled from his chest sounded like a purr. He slipped his palm between her bare legs and pushed a finger inside of her. “You didn’t want me to stop, did you?”
“No,” she admitted breathlessly. Oh hell this already felt so good.
She rolled her hips with the pace he set with his finger. When he added the second finger, his lips found hers again, and he eased her backward.
Slowly, he pulled out of her and turned her slowly at the same spot on the counter he’d settled her earlier.
Excitement rushed through her as she locked her arms on the countertop again and bent over for him, arching her back.
With his cock in his hand, he guided himself into her by an inch. Then two. Pulled out completely and gripped her hips as he slid into her slowly. Her body tensed at his size, but relaxed as she realized she was ready for him.
She moaned and arched harder for him as he pushed into her, and pulled back, in, back. Slow. Smooth. His fingertips were gentle in her hair, then rough as he grabbed her tresses with the perfect amount of firmness.
Dominant bear shifter. Powerful man. His grip on her waist was strong as he guided her back against him time and time again.
He kept them slow, and it was beautiful torture. She’d thought she wanted hard and fast, but this was even better somehow. It was delicious punishment for her attitude.
She lost herself in this moment. Lost herself in him. She closed her eyes and gave herself to all of her senses. His touch on her skin turned to fire. His quickened breath near her ear excited her. Her body was so close, clenching already, seeking more.
He pumped into her harder, deeper, faster.
Faster. Faster. A feral snarl ripped from him as he clutched onto her tightly and stayed deep inside of her.
His cock pulsed inside of her, and she cried out with how good it felt.
Her body responded, and her orgasm ripped through her.
He slammed into her now slower, easing every pulse of pleasure from them both.
He sagged heavily against her back, his lips brushing the back of her hair. She turned her cheek so he could lay a kiss there too, and smiled, her eyes still closed.
She loved everything about this.
When he eased out of her, she sank back against him bonelessly, and he caught her. Cam folded her into his arms, then carried her up the stairs to his bed.
She sat there, legs crossed, surrounded by his satin sheets as he dug an oversized T-shirt from the middle drawer of his dresser.
He pulled it over her shoulders, and tucked her in, then lifted her hand and did something so sweet…
so tender. He dragged his glowing gold eyes up to meet hers as he pressed the gentlest kiss against her knuckles.
And then he locked his arms on the bed and leaned in, kissed her lips, and told her to, “Stay right there. I’m bringing you food.”
And he did. They had a little picnic on his bed. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while he told her easy stories about the last ATV tour he did today, and the funny things one of the older ladies said on it.
Moira couldn’t take her eyes from him. His smile was so easy, and time and time again, he looked at her like she was worth a damn, and oh she liked existing here in this moment—where to someone, she was worth a damn.
What an addictive creature Cam was.
She’d meant to come here and seduce a man she would never see again, but now?
Now she was dreading the goodbye.