Dating Agency Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (BRIDES fur BEARS Book 6) (7 page)

Penelope sagged in relief
when Scarlett closed the door and Damien jogged back to his car.
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to relax her grip on her
steering wheel. If Scarlett had invited Damien in, she was certain
she would have ripped the steering wheel right off and flung it
through Scarlett's window.

“I'm going crazy,”
she muttered. She should just get herself home and soak in her
bathtub. She needed to get the tension out of her body and calm the
hell down.

A horny, jealous matchmaker
was a danger to one and all.

Penelope's eyes widened when
she saw Damien's car turning around. He was coming towards her.

Panicking, Penelope slid down
in her seat and grabbed her handbag to cover her face. Hopefully
Damien wouldn't recognize her car and would just zoom past her.

She heard his car roar past.
Sneaking a peak through the side window, she saw his car disappearing
down the street.

“Whew! That was
close,” she mumbled.

Starting the engine, she
pulled away from the curb and made her way home in a rather lousy
mood.

Damien was a client of the
agency. Setting him up on a nice date was the right thing to do. So
why did it feel so wrong?

She'd hated every minute of
his date. From the looks of it, the date had been a huge success.
Both Scarlett and Damien appeared to have enjoyed themselves
immensely. They had laughed and talked throughout dinner and seemed
perfectly comfortable and happy in each other's company. She was the
only one who wasn't happy at all with how things turned out tonight.

Pulling up at her house,
Penelope slammed the car door so hard she almost shattered a window.

She was marching up to her
front door when she heard someone cough.

“You're home early.”

She whirled round and saw
Damien leaning against a tree.

“You! What are you
doing here?” she demanded.

“I'm stalking you.”

Penelope closed her mouth
with a snap and glared at him.

“It's my turn to follow
you around,” he said as he sauntered up to her. “Since,
you know, you've been stalking me the whole evening.”

“I wasn't stalking
you,” she said, lying through her teeth.

“You were outside the
restaurant.”

“I...was just taking a
walk around the restaurant.”

Damien leaned towards her and
whispered, “You followed me in your car.”

Penelope folded her arms
defensively. “I was driving home.”

“You were outside
Scarlett's house,” he breathed into her ear.

“And I saw you kiss
her!” she yelled, shoving him back.

Damien straightened up with a
victorious, conceited smile.

“It was only a kiss,”
he said innocently.

“A kiss,” she
fumed. “You actually kissed her.”

“I thought you'd be
happy. The date was a success!”

“I'm glad,” she
snarled, stabbing her key viciously into the lock.

Damien followed her and
continued pestering her. “Do you know why the date was a
success?” he persisted.

“Sure. You like her,
she likes you, wham bam!” The door flew open with a bang.

Damien caught the door firmly
when she tried to slam it in his face.

“No, Penelope,”
he said in a low voice. “The date was a success because now I
know how you really feel about me.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY

Penelope gasped and pushed
hard at the door, trying to close it but the door wouldn't budge from
Damien's grip.

“No, Penelope,”
he growled. “You are not shutting me out.”

“Go away! You're not
coming in!” she hissed.

“Oh yes I am.”

With that, he nudged the door
wide open and strolled into the house. Like a boss.

Penelope stood at the door,
spluttering with rage. “I didn't invite you in.” With
one hand on her hip, she pointed. “Out!”

Damien pretended he didn't
hear her, and made himself comfortable on the couch. He patted the
seat beside him and winked. “Come here. Or...maybe you'd
rather sit on my lap?” He smoothed his palms over his muscular
thighs, shamelessly enticing her.

Penelope made a growling
sound in her throat. She wanted to throttle him, but Damien was
stronger and bigger than her so she couldn't use force to get rid of
him.

She couldn't possibly
manhandle him out of her house. She had to make him walk out on his
own. But the strange thing was that she didn't really want him to
go. On some instinctive, intuitive level, she knew that if she got
serious and told him very politely to leave, he would walk out her
door and never bother her again.

With a quiet sigh, she closed
the door and walked over to him.

“Come here.”
Damien patted his thighs invitingly. “I want you on my lap
now. After that, I want you on your back.”

“You…you're
impossible!”

He chuckled and pulled her
down to him. Catching her around the waist, he tugged her towards
him and she landed on his lap with a loud “oof” and a
string of expletives.

“Don't struggle,
Penelope,” he ordered, catching her hands.

“Let me up!” She
tried to elbow him but he twisted away and flipped her onto the
couch. Before she could scramble up, he covered her body with his
and pinned her down beneath him.

His lips hovered above hers,
and she was fully aware of his thick erection pulsing against her
thigh. His hands moved slowly from her hips to her breasts,
caressing and stroking her curves.

Penelope blinked rapidly,
unable to look away from his heated gaze. Their bodies were pressed
together, and they were both breathing hard. She stared into his
deep, green eyes and saw the hunger and longing of both the man and
the bear.

The raw, primal want and
desire in his eyes matched her own surging lust and hunger. She
couldn't help the heady sense of victory and relief coursing through
her. Damien wanted her. Not Scarlett. Not any other woman.

He had just gone out with a
very eligible lady on a lovely date, yet he was here with her. In
her house. In her arms.

Gazing deeply into his eyes,
she knew without a doubt that she was the only woman in his heart.
He wanted and needed only her.

“Kiss me,” Damien
whispered through his ragged breathing. “Kiss me, Penelope.
Just this once,” he said fiercely. It was both a command and a
plea, and Penelope's breath hitched. She felt both powerful and
vulnerable. Damien wanted her to initiate the kiss this time. He
wanted her to be sure, to know exactly what she was doing.

Capturing Damien's tanned,
handsome face in both hands, she raised her head and pressed a soft,
tentative kiss against his lips.

Damien didn't move. She
could feel his muscles tensing and throbbing, but he held himself
absolutely still.

Penelope closed her eyes and
let herself feel and taste his lips. She was kissing him, not the
other way around. She was the one in control, and she could stop any
time she wanted. But she didn't want to stop.

Damien's lips felt so soft
and gentle, and when he kissed her back, it was with infinite
tenderness.

Penelope wound her arms
around his neck and surrendered herself to the drowning pleasure.
Her body was pliant in his arms, and she loved the way he teased and
touched her.

The kiss went on forever,
growing more and more heated. Penelope moaned into his mouth, her
entire body aching with need.

Mindlessly, she clawed at his
clothes, wanting more of him. She wanted everything.

Damien's lips curved against
her neck as he whispered, “I'll give you what you want. Just
tell me what you want, Penelope.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE

Damien stared at Penelope's
flushed face and tightened his grip on her, unable to let her go. He
had to hear the words from her lips.

But...would she say it? Or
was she too stubborn to admit it?

Taking a sharp breath, she
said at last, “I want you. I want you, Damien.”

Damien released the breath he
had been holding and dropped his forehead to hers. “Thank
God,” he murmured. “I thought I'd have to live with blue
balls for the rest of my life.”

“Liar,” she said.
“You'll just bang another female.”

“No, Penelope. I want
you, only you. After I met you, there's no way I can have any other
female,” he snarled. “There's just no fucking way!”

Penelope turned away to hide
her smile but Damien held her face and kissed her hungrily on the
mouth.

Growling, Damien grabbed her
and stood up. She shrieked when he threw her over his shoulder and
strode to the bedroom. Her breasts bounced against his back and her
curves rubbed maddeningly against his body. He had so much
difficulty walking in a straight line he was afraid he wouldn't make
it to the bedroom.

As she writhed and wriggled,
he cupped his hand possessively over her soft, fleshy buttocks. The
hem of her black dress was riding up her thighs, giving him a
tantalizing glimpse of her lacy black panties.

The scent of her moist, hot
sex made his eyes cross. He had to feel her and taste her right now.
Damien pushed his fingers between her legs to finger her tiny,
flimsy underwear. He felt her feminine juices on his fingertips and
a violent shudder coursed through his body as he touched her pussy
lips. With a roar, he grabbed the tiny piece of lace and ripped her
panties right off.

Penelope squealed and he
whiffed her powerful, fierce arousal. The intoxicating, delicious
scent was driving him insane. He could hardly stay upright, much
less walk and when he finally reached the bedroom, he dumped her
unceremoniously on the bed and jerked his tie loose from his neck.

Damien let his eyes rake down
her luscious, curvy body. Knowing that she wasn't wearing any
panties under that figure-hugging dress made his cock jerk violently.
He could just shove her dress up, spread her legs and drive his cock
deep into her hot, bare pussy.

But he wanted to taste her
first. She was so wet, and he wanted to coat his tongue and lips
with her sticky juices and savor her for hours.

Sliding his hands up her
legs, he pushed her dress up around her waist and parted her legs.
She was so wet and ready. Her pussy lips were pink and glistening,
and her clit was already hard and engorged.

With a feral growl, Damien
devoured her like a starving man.

He lapped greedily at her
juices, working his tongue deep inside her slit. He sucked
relentlessly at her swollen clit, using his tongue and teeth to tease
and torment her.

He kept fucking her with his
tongue until she came with a keening cry against his mouth. God, she
tasted and felt so damn amazing. Her skin was hot and damp, and her
entire body was shuddering with pleasure.

When she reached blindly for
him, Damien yanked her dress and bra above her head and tossed them
aside. Penelope panted as she unbuttoned his shirt in a frenzy and
tugged at his belt.

“Naked,” she said
breathlessly. “I want you naked.”

As Damien shed his clothes,
he kept kissing and touching Penelope. She was so perfect, so
fucking hot and sexy. Her figure was full and fleshy, and every inch
of her was made for pleasure.

He lifted her legs in the air
and nudged his cock into her. She gasped and writhed, trying to get
him deeper into her body. Damien pushed slowly into her tight
sheath, feeding his cock inch by inch into her pussy.

Penelope shuddered and
blinked up at him. “Take me,” she breathed.

Damien leaned forward and
rubbed his chest against her hard, erect nipples. With a whimper,
Penelope arched her back, begging him to take more. Damien grabbed
her bountiful breasts and suckled her, pulling hard on each nipple as
he enjoyed her lush body.

He began to move faster and
harder. Sex had never felt so good, so right and so perfect. And
this wasn't just sex. The feelings and the pleasure were too
intense, too intimate and real.

Damien pounded into her,
making her come again and again. Penelope thrashed and shuddered
beneath him, and when Damien sank his teeth into the base of her neck
and marked her with his bite, she shattered completely and utterly.

Even after his own explosive
release, Damien remained inside her for a long time. They were
connected, body, heart and soul. And their connection and bond would
never be broken.

“My mate,” he
whispered, kissing her hair.

In her sleep, Penelope sighed
and clung to him. “Mine,” she murmured. “Forever.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO