Bearlebrity: (BWWM) Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance Standalone (4 page)

It was the first hint she’d gotten of the strong-minded person beneath his lighthearted, friendly mask. And it definitely turned her on.

She patted the space next to her on the bed and he sat, making the mattress sink with him. She scooted over so he could move off the edge, since, with his huge size, he was pulling her sideways in an uncomfortable way.

“Big boy,” she said, when they were settled in the middle of the bed, his weight pulling her against him. His arm brushed hers and she sucked in a gasp, and he jumped and moved over until they weren’t touching.

But it was too late, the electricity in the room had ignited again, and she could tell he felt the heat just as much as she did. As weird as it was that a celebrity was feeling that way about her, a normal woman in a small, remote town.

But she was sure now. She knew it with a clarity that shouldn’t have been possible, since her mom never spoke of it.

It wasn’t just her that wanted him. Her bear wanted him.

S
he tested her foot
, wondering if it felt well enough for what her body wanted so badly to do. She didn’t know when she’d have Riley Hart in her bed like this again, looking at her like she was a tasty dinner and he was starving.

The foot felt okay. Infinitely better than last night, due to the compression bandage Riley had applied that took down the swelling. And the ice.

She guessed it was a mild sprain, if that. She’d go to the doctor just in case, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt too much to have a little taste of Riley Hart.

She could see hesitation in his eyes as she reached for him. But only a little. The heat she felt was definitely reflected there in those greenish depths, and the corner of his mouth tipped up in a smirk.

“Feeling it too?” he asked.

She nodded, feeling warmth moving into her face and neck. Oh, the things he could do to her.

“How’s the leg?” he asked.

She swallowed. “It’s fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?

She laughed, a hoarse sound since she felt so tense and aroused. “Relatively.”

“I’ll be careful,” he said.

She nodded. “You did promise. And I’m no longer drunk.”

He scooted closer. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage.” He ran his tongue over his delicious lower lip, wetting it.

She reached out and hooked an arm around his neck. “I won’t forgive you if you don’t.”

“I’m not looking for a commitment,” he said nervously.

“Neither am I,” she whispered against his ear. He stiffened and rose up to his full height, looking down at her like he didn’t quite believe her.

She gave him a sultry smile that seemed to calm his doubts.

“All right, then,” he said. And then he drew forward, put a hand at the base of her head, and kissed her.

Riley’s kiss was even better than she’d remembered. Sober, it had a ragged, hard edge to it. Like her heart was protesting her having this level of pleasure if it wasn’t going to be long term.

Well, it could be sort of long term, since he’d presumably be staying in Bearstone Park for a little while.

Her bear grumbled at the thought of him not staying forever, but she knew better than her bear that people just didn’t stick around. Not for her. Not men.

The kiss went on, and damn did Riley Hart know how to kiss. His tongue swept through her mouth like a gentle summer storm, whirling up emotion inside her. She opened deeply, and he took all she had to offer. His hands stroked softly up and down her shoulders. Big hands, that knew just how to hold her.

Somehow, even casual kissing with him felt like something more.

He lifted the soft, blue shirt she was wearing and pulled it off to reveal the black lacy bra she’d had on the night before. Strapless, with lots of cleavage. She heard him suck in his breath at the sight and squirmed as she tried to get her pants off. She wanted him inside her as soon as possible. She had a feeling Riley Hart was definitely packing some heat.

He looked down at what she was doing and then hooked his hands in the waistband of her pants and pulled them off in one smooth motion, being careful of her foot. Not that she could feel pain right now if she wanted to. Her body was on fire with want.

On fire with need.

He looked down at her, naked except for her black, lacy thong and black, lacy bra. She arched her back sensuously. She knew men liked her curvy hourglass body. Regardless of what magazines said or showed, she was sexually experienced enough to know that men could appreciate warm, feminine softness in the bedroom.

She looked up at him as he knelt at the foot of the bed, looking over her body with a naked kind of astonishment. Then he grinned.

“You were dressing up for me last night. Been waiting for me, have you?” he asked, giving her a sexy smirk.

She grinned and bit her lip. “Longer than you know, big boy.”

He crawled forward over her. She wasn’t a small woman, but she felt small and soft as his tall, hard body was atop hers.

He knelt with his hips over hers, his hard thighs straddling her soft waist, making contact with her just where she was aching for him. He seemed to know this, seemed to be the type that enjoyed the tease even in the bedroom.

He reached up and ran his hands down the sides of her bra, down over her waist where he gently caressed her belly button with one thumb, then down to her panties where he flicked the waistband gently as he studied them.

“So what now, you beautiful thing?” he asked, eyeing her as if the words were really true.

She bit her lip and arched her chest. “I don’t know, aren’t you the boss here?”

His grin deepened and his expression darkened. “Ooh, I like that.”

He moved down to catch the side of her panties in his teeth, pulled them down slowly away from her aching sex, and then put his mouth to kissing her there as his hands drew her panties all the way off.

His mouth stayed busy, licking and sucking and continuing the beautiful build of tension that he’d begun while kissing her mouth. She’d thought he’d be the type to lavish kisses on her breasts and do a lot of foreplay, but she was glad to be wrong. Glad to have his mouth just where she wanted it, pleasuring her with intense heat and wetness that was nearly agony it was so good.

“Riley,” she said, unable to believe this was Riley Hart there at the juncture of her legs.

He looked up at her, and the sight of that sexy, unbelievably gorgeous face and those light eyes looking up at her with pure, liquid lust was nearly enough to do her in.

“Don’t stop,” she grated out.

He grinned and let his long tongue make a rough, hard sweep up the center of her, and then curled back to come down the front, setting off lightning inside her. Damn, it was so good. It felt like her body was holding back the inevitable just to make this feeling last a little bit longer.

“Don’t hold back on me,” he said, reaching up a hand to stroke over her soft stomach. He pushed the cup of her bra aside and gently tweaked one of her nipples, making her gasp. “I’ll give you more after this one, don’t worry.”

That was it. That cocky smile, that deft hand, and another swipe of his tongue sent her roaring into an incredible orgasm, one she had to close her eyes against as she felt her whole body tense up in almost unbelievable emotion at the sensation. So much tension, so much relief. She wanted the moment to last hours, not seconds. If you bottled it, you could sell it for anything.

She arched up, crying out his name, and he rose up like he was going to come forward and hold her. But he didn’t. He just gave her a cocky tilt of the head, and then lowered his mouth again to give her more, like he’d promised.

She lowered her head back against the pillow, twisted her hands in the sheets, and let go.

S
he was so beautiful
. Riley couldn’t believe he was here, making love to this incredibly beautiful woman, inside and out. He’d wanted her from the moment he saw her. He only knew how badly now that he was getting his chance.

Her body was heaven, every bit as soft as he’d imagined. Those luscious breasts were teasing him, crying out for his mouth, but he liked denying himself, liked waiting until the tips were sensitive from lots of orgasms. Liked playing with them when he was inside her. Liked licking them.

He stroked and played at the juncture of her legs. She was sweet as honey, and his bear was roaring in delight. But it didn’t matter, not as long as they were in agreement. They both wanted her, right here, right now, this instant.

Riley enjoyed her little sighs and gasps, the way she twisted beneath him as if trying to get away from how intense it felt. The way she moaned in delight when he clamped his hands firmly on her thighs and kept her rooted beneath him for her own pleasure.

He loved licking her, stroking her, teasing her. He could feel her need building again. The little minx loved holding out on him. She was biting down on her fist, and he loved the challenge of pushing her over that ledge she was avoiding. He swirled his tongue in a rhythm that seemed to make her moans increase in intensity and speed, and knew she was going over this waterfall with him whether she liked it or not.

But she definitely liked it. He saw her eyes flash to him just before they rolled back as she arched back, gasping his name and twisting her hands in the sheets. Damn, he liked his name on her lips. He reached one hand up and played with her breast as she called his name and flailed with the pleasure. He found the longer you fought an orgasm, the more satisfying it was when it came, and he planned to draw this out as long as possible for them both.

When she was done, she looked down at him, gasping. Her pretty brown skin was flushed and glowing, her black lashes fluttering over those sparkling dark eyes that seemed so deep and unfathomable. But as she looked at him, he knew he was the only man in the world to her, and that meant everything. That was power to him.

“Riley,” she said, as he looked like he was going to settle back in with his mouth. “Take me,” she gasped out.

“No,” he said petulantly, licking her and placing a gentle kiss.

“Dammit, so sensitive!” she cried out, but he gave no mercy.

“That’s how I like it,” he said.

“Damn you,” she said. “You’re going to kill me, that feels so good.”

“I won’t kill you. I might shatter you into a million pieces, but I’ll be here to pick you up,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

She gave him a pleading look, but then dropped back against the pillow with a sigh as he went to work again.

Damn, she smelled and felt so good. A flower blossoming beneath him, so ready for him. He’d stopped teasing her and now was teasing himself. That hot entrance seemed so enticing; he had to be inside her soon.

He followed the sounds and movements of her body, trying to ignore how stiff he was, how hard and ready his body was to slide inside her and give her everything. He gritted his teeth against the surge of pleasure that came as she arched back with another orgasm. He tried to think of unsexy things, but the sight of her there, going, was the most beautiful sight in the world, and it nearly undid him.

He groaned and left her to grab a condom from his jacket. Then he slid off his pants. She was still moaning from the release, biting her finger and looking up at him through a blur of pleasure. He quickly stripped until he stood before her naked.

He was usually proud of his body, but here, with this beautiful woman giving everything to him, he felt suddenly shy. Not a six-pack in the world could make him feel worthy of her. But his body was roaring for her. He’d take her and she’d be his. He ripped open the condom package and got back on the bed, crawling over her as she opened her legs to him.

So wet, so hot. He pulled the condom on. It was tight, as they always were. Damn, couldn’t they make a bigger condom somehow?

He teased the sensitive sides of her legs with his fingers as he gently parted her legs wider. Then he leaned forward, one hand on the bed on either side of her, and gently kissed her lips. She gasped up at him, still glowing and nearly delirious with pleasure. Just how he liked her.

He lowered his lips to her breasts, and that seemed to wake her up.

“Riley!” she said, arching back.

He grinned and sucked gently at her perfect nipple and kneaded her other breast with his hand as he readied himself at her entrance. He teased her, testing her soft skin but not going in, and she groaned her displeasure at him for going too slow.

“Just one last thing,” he said, reaching up to pluck her bra off, undoing the clasp easily with one hand.

She raised her eyes to his. “What?”

He grinned. “I want you fully naked when I’m inside you.”

She raised her hand to stifle her moan and then he slid into her with one smooth stroke.

Damn, nothing in the world had ever felt so good.

It was like home. So tight, encircling him everywhere, like
she
was everywhere and everything, and the most incredible pleasure was nearly starting to overflow.

But he wasn’t going to rush this. He was finally inside the only woman he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let it end quickly. He started to move.

T
hat feeling
. The most incredible feeling. Leslie had never felt so filled, so complete. This was instantly addictive, and she knew she’d never be the same after he’d taken her.

She knew this was more than simple sex, and her bear knew it too. It ached that she couldn’t keep him, so she pushed that thought away and focused on what she could have. The pleasure. And what pleasure it was.

She arched and wrapped her legs around him, trying to take him deeper, though she was already so full, so turned on, so stimulated. It was like he was in every part of her body, overwhelming her completely. His loving was like his kiss. It was a storm, wet and overpowering and so volatile she could barely see, but so encompassing and cooling and alive-feeling that she never wanted it to stop.

She lifted up to pull him down so that she could wrap her hands around his neck and dig her nails deep into his back, signaling her need for him to speed things up.

But the look on his face, so focused, so intent on the pleasure he was giving her, on the time he was taking with her, was so hot that she nearly went just looking at him.

He moved with strength and surety. Each time he went hilt-deep, she felt stimulated both where he had been licking her and inside in a sensitive, burning hot area that seemed to scream for his attention every time he pulled out to stroke again. And then when he did stroke again, she could feel every inch, no, every millimeter, filling her with increasing pleasure that felt like it would crash into a wave and wash her away at any moment.

He’d told her he’d shatter her to pieces and then put her back together. That was oddly romantic and reassuring, and she clung to that as the next orgasm approached, as he picked up speed and made it impossible to hold off the inevitable, approaching pleasure.

It hit her like a tsunami, sent her into a crashing vortex of pleasure that was centered on him alone. His face was all she could see as she desperately tried to weather the shaking of her muscles, the supreme release of her body.