Chase: Black Bear Outlaws #2 (Mating Fever) (2 page)

“And you will.” He slipped the dress off my shoulders. “Just as soon as I taste every inch of you.”

Everything inside me clenched with anticipation, and when he dropped his hands to my thighs, spreading them, my mind went blank with blind need.

M
y attraction to Katrina had been instant. That day I’d walked into Melinda Greyson’s house and questioned her about an attempted break-in she’d left quite an impression. She had a quiet intelligence combined with a fierce independence that had pressed all the right buttons.

I’d have asked her out that day if she hadn’t been on the run from her abusive husband. Dating someone with those kinds of entanglements was out of the question. I didn’t do drama. Simple, honest, casual. That was my speed.

Even now, three weeks after her husband had been arrested and she’d filed divorce papers, everything was still too fresh. I should’ve stayed away. Shouldn’t have gone to the ball. And I damned sure shouldn’t have waited by her car for over two hours out in the parking lot.

But there was that pull, an urgent need to know her, to kiss her...to make her mine.

To mate.

The idea that she could end up with someone else while I waited for her to straighten out her life had set me on a path I couldn’t undo now. Not that I wanted to. Katrina, or Kitty, the nickname I’d given her, had lit with electric heat and fire the moment I’d touched her.

Her body had responded in a way that meant one thing: My touch had ignited her fever. The mating fever. And no matter what happened now, she was mine,
fated
to be mine.

The thought should’ve sent me running in the opposite direction, but I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t run even if I tried.

The same magical connection that made her crave my touch had already roared to life inside me. She was mine and I was hers, at least when it came to the bedroom. Nothing was going to change that now, and fighting it was futile. If I forced myself to walk away from her, I’d suffocate.

Tomorrow we could get to know each other. Tonight, I was going to show her what she had to look forward to.

“This needs to come off,” I said, pulling lightly at her silky thong.

She automatically lifted herself as I pulled it down, taking my time to trail my fingertips over her toned legs. When I finally threw the scrap of fabric aside, I gently removed her stilettos from her feet and kissed my way back up to her thighs.

“You taste like spring,” I mumbled, inhaling her scent that reminded me of sunshine and orange blossoms.

“And you feel like sin.” Her eyes were closed when I glanced up, and she was clutching the edge of the counter, the muscles in her shoulders and forearms tensed as if she could barely control herself.

God, I was going to love making her come. To see her wild and straining against me, feel her muscles clench and take me with her. And when she was spent, I’d revel in her complete satisfaction as she curled up beside me.

My erection strained against my jeans and I bit back a groan, forcing myself to take my time. It would be so easy to undo my pants and just take her in a frantic coupling. She was more than ready, judging by her quickened pulse and shallow breathing. But she deserved better than that. She deserved to be worshiped.

“Chase?” My name slipped from her lips in a strained whisper.

“Yes, Kitty,” I said, and scraped my teeth along her inner thigh.

“Oh, God. That’s good.”

I chuckled and lightly bit down on her sensitive flesh.

She sucked in a breath and didn’t resist when I spread her legs wider.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said, kneeling.

“Huh? But—oh!”

Holding onto her thighs, I dipped my head and darted my tongue between her already slick folds. She was sweet, and salty, and quivering for more. Her hands moved from the edge of the counter, one finding and holding on to the cabinet above her, and the other landing lightly on my head, her fingers running over my short hair.

I withdrew my tongue and gently blew against her sex.

“More,” she demanded, tilting her hips forward, giving me easier access.

“Someone’s a little greedy,” I teased as I carefully lifted both of her legs, placing her feet on the counter so that she was sitting in a butterfly position. Then I stood and reached for my belt.

“Chase,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

I already had my jeans undone and was holding my cock with one hand when I answered, “Yes, Kitty?”

She glanced down at my exposed member and bit down hard on her lower lip. “I’m more than ready for you to show me what you can do with that.”

“I bet you are.” Stepping in close, I cupped her heavy breast with my free hand and wrapped my lips around one of her already hard nipples, working it with my tongue.

She arched into me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “More, Chase. More.”

I could barely hold myself back, and the urge to plunge into her nearly made me lose my mind. Instead I guided myself to her sex and worked myself against her heat.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her legs wrapped around me as she jerked her hips forward and ground into me.

She was so free, so incredibly uninhibited, and unlike anyone I’d ever been with before. It was fucking sexy as hell.

“I want you inside me right now,” she demanded, reaching for me.

“Whoa,” I said gently and backed off, just enough to break our contact.

“Chase,” she nearly whimpered.

I produced a small foil package. “Hold on, baby. I just need to protect us both.”

She reached for me with one hand and for the condom with the other. But despite her demands, she took her time stroking, her small fingers nearly making me come before we even got started.

“Kitty,” I whispered, straining to hold myself together. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to be able to give you what you need.”

She let out a soft chuckle. “I doubt that very much. Something tells me your reserves are unlimited.”

“You’re giving me too much credit.”

She smiled as she rolled the condom on and then caught my lower lip between her teeth as she guided me to her center.

Her heat enveloped me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Meeting her sparkling eyes, I inched into her, reveling in the sensation and her intensity. And when I buried myself deep inside her, I grabbed her ass and held her there. “Are you all right?”

“Perfect,” she murmured and tilted her hips ever so slightly, taking me even deeper.

Jesus. She really was perfect. “By the time we’re done here, you’re going to be ruined for anyone else.”

Her lips twitched into a hint of a self-satisfied smile. “I already am.”

The words stirred something deep in my soul. They made me want to know her inside and out, to make her mine in every way possible. “So am I.”

Our gazes met, and as I watched her eyes go soft, my insides melted. Cupping her cheek with my palm, I held her there for a few more moments, taking her in. Then I started to move. Our lovemaking was slow and deliberate, intense as we held each other’s gazes. The blue of her eyes darkened with each stroke, a storm of passion rolling through her.

It was only when her breath came in short bursts, that I couldn’t hold myself back and quickened my pace, taking her in deep, rapid thrusts, over and over and over again. She clung to me, her hands gripping my ass, and bit down hard on my shoulder.

The pain only fueled my passion, and I pumped harder as I let out a roar of pleasure.

“Just like that,” she cried, her breath ragged. “More. Harder. Deeper.”

I obliged, giving her everything she demanded, our flesh slapping together with thrust after thrust, until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Without breaking our connection, I picked her up off the counter, spun, and laid her on top of the table. She never missed a beat, and lifted her legs to place them over my shoulders.

Holding her hips still with my hands, I met her lustful gaze and said, “You’re going to come now.”

Her eyes glittered. “You promise?”

“Bet on it.” Then I held her in place and thrust, again and again and again, slamming into her with every stroke. Each one pulled a gasp of pleasure from her lips. And just as her eyes widened and her muscles started to spasm around me, I ground into her, barely rotating my hips as she cried out my name and came all over me.

When she finally lay limp beneath me, I ran my tongue down her neck and laved at the hollow of her throat. “You liked that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Loved that,” she corrected, trailing her fingertips down my spine.

Her voice was so sleepy, I had the urge to carry her straight upstairs and tuck her into my bed. But when I started to pull away, her legs instantly came around me once again and she whispered, “Oh, no you don’t. Not until you’ve had your turn.”

I smiled down at her. “You seem a little worn out.”

She shook her head, her auburn hair splayed out around her. “Just satisfied. Now it’s time for you to join me.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said, pumping my hips once more.

“Take me, Chase. However you want. Slow or fast. Gentle or rough. I’m game for it all.”

“Jesus,” I said roughly. Unable to stop myself, I slammed into her and bit down hard on her shoulder.

She let out a cry, but tightened her hold on me, making it clear she wasn’t letting me go. Her willingness spurred me on. And after a roar of my own, I grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists to the table.

“Mine,” I growled.

“Yours,” she agreed, those deep blue eyes of hers filled with undeniable passion.

I’d never wanted anyone more. Holding her down, I thrust deeper than before. Harder and faster. My lungs burned, and sweat slicked my body, but I only cared about one thing: the way her body responded to mine.

Her hips rose and met each of my punishing thrusts in an undeniable demand. I was to take what I needed, any way I needed it. She was offering, and I couldn’t refuse.

The very idea that she was giving me everything she had, made me slow my movements just enough so that I could savor each and every thrust. I wanted to memorize how she felt, her muscles clamped around me, her body owning mine. But then she tilted her hips just slightly and let out a surprised gasp as her eyes once again rolled to the back of her head.

The sight of her sudden orgasm and the way her muscles spasmed around me brought me to the very edge. Everything tightened, and after one last merciless thrust, I filled her completely and let go. The orgasm ripped through me, hitting me so hard my breath left me as my heart seemed to stop for a moment.

In my daze, I heard Katrina’s sweet voice. “Chase?”

I pried my eyes open and gazed down at her flushed face. “Yeah?”

Her lips curved into the sexiest smiled I’d ever seen. “We’re going to do that again.”

A low, rumbling laugh reverberated from my chest as I released her wrists. “You need to give me a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she laughed. “But only one.”

I stared down at her in awe. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“But you came twice.”

She placed her hand on my chest and pushed lightly. Then she sat up on the table and nodded. “Right. Next time I want to come, I want to be a little more comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” I asked, my brain still addled from the little death I’d just suffered.

She raised one eyebrow. “You got a bed in this place?”

Bed
. Right. “Of course.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling again as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “Good. Take me there.”

W
hen it came to lovers, Chase was every woman’s dream; assertive, attentive, giving, and above all else, confident. He had every reason to be. God, what that man could do with his tongue. Lying half-awake in his bed the next morning, I shivered just thinking about his mouth on me, or his fingers stroking me, or...damn...his cock plundering me. There wasn’t anything about him that didn’t turn me on.

We’d gone no less than five rounds the night before, all of them kind of on the rough side except the last time. I’d woken from a disjointed dream, burning for him. I’d been insatiable and so had he. So when I reached for him, it was no surprise he was already hard and waiting. What was a surprise was how we’d held each other’s gazes the entire time, savoring each other with our slow, torturous movements.

Lying on my side, I watched him as he slept. My heart swelled with tenderness and something that felt suspiciously like the first threads of love. I stiffened, ready to bolt. That thought scared the shit out of me. The last time I’d fallen in love, it had hit me just as fast. I’d met my ex on a Tuesday, and by Sunday I’d been ready to give myself to him.  He’d seemed perfect in the beginning; adventurous and handsome. He’d even made me feel safe and cherished. For a while, anyway.

My short time with Chase mirrored my whirlwind romance with Ty.

The only difference was the sex with Chase was so much better. Okay, a billion times better. But a connection in the bedroom didn’t mean anything other than hot sex. Solid relationships were built on friendship and trust. Not multiple orgasms.

No matter how mind-blowing they were.

A small voice in the back of my head said,
unless the two are mates
.

I ignored the voice. It wasn’t possible the first guy I’d met after I’d left Ty, could turn out to be my fated mate. Things were never that easy. Even if they were, I had plans. Plans that didn’t include a man.

And one never knew what skeletons a person was hiding. Hell, Ty had turned out to be a doper who decided selling steroids was a better profession than delivery driver. When he’d turned into a raving lunatic, I’d left. Not long after, he’d gotten caught and thrown in jail. That had been less than four weeks ago.

Starting something new with Chase was madness. I wasn’t ready. There was no way I could be. But I knew if I stayed there with him, if I woke him up even to say goodbye, I’d never leave. I’d never rebuild my own life or embrace the opportunity to finally fulfill my dreams. The dreams Ty had done everything in his power to bury.