The Fox and her Bear (Mating Call Dating Agency, #2) (12 page)

Angie looked up at him, opening her eyes wide and drinking in the way Dawson’s tilted-back head made her feel like she had finally found someone who she could just
be
with. Here was someone who just seemed happy to be around her, happy to touch her, to feel her and to breathe her in.

As she watched his face, he swelled in her mouth and pulled back. He left her with a soft
pop
as her lips sucked and nothing was there. Angie went forward again, trying to pull him back, but he dodged her with a smile, and lifted her easily to her feet.

“You just about embarrassed me there,” he said with an easy smile. He kissed her hard, deep and hungry, sucking softly at her bottom lip, then biting it as they parted. “I can’t let our first
real
time together end in thirty seconds.”

“There will be plenty more,” Angie said, reaching down and sliding Dawson’s cock upward so that it was wedged between them. His heat pulsed through her belly. She was so entranced that she hardly noticed when Dawson slid his hands slowly down her sides.

After another, softer kiss, her big bear framed Angie’s face with his hands. His thumbs stroked the skin near the corners of her eyes as he stared into her eyes. “I just want to remember this,” he said softly. “Whatever happens, wherever this goes, I don’t ever want to forget the way I feel right now.”

A tear slipped out of Angie’s left eye, which Dawson swept away with a brush of his thumb. “What is it you’re feeling?” she asked, kissing his neck but going right back to studying his face. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” she urged, giggling softly and kissing him again to try and tease out whatever he was wanting to say, but wouldn’t.

“I’m not so good with the open emotions thing,” Dawson said. “You might have guessed at some point.”

Moving her body in a slow dance that went just in time with the grinding music, Angie was just about to let herself slide down his body again when some cosmic force stopped her. “We have to be able to talk,” she said. She kissed Dawson’s collarbone, then his chest, and traced a circle around his nipple with the tip of her tongue. “I think there’s something going on here that I don’t understand. I’ve never been like this before. I’ve never given myself up to—”

“I think I’m in love with you, and I don’t think I can do a goddam thing about it.” He took her head in his hands, tilted her back and caught her gaze. “I don’t have anything, any reason to think I’m anything but crazy.”

Dawson bent his head and kissed her neck, a slow, nuzzling, toe-curling kiss. “But I think for once in my life, crazy is a very, very good thing.”

She reached up and pushed a fallen curl of hair out of Dawson’s eyes. “I know I’m crazy,” she said, “but this is the first time I’m happy to be.”

Dawson grinned, pulling her close. His cock throbbed against her belly, and she could tell that he was aching for her. The way his breath hitched in his throat, the way he kept running his hands up and down her back; Angie hadn’t ever burned for anyone like this, like there was a furnace blasting away inside her.

“I’ve never felt like this,” he said out of nowhere. His hands slid up, tickling as they went. He cupped her breasts, thumbs painting slow circles against her nipples. They stiffened and peaked, prickling with sweet agony against the restraint. “I’ve always been in control, always needed to be. But with you?” his voice was a low growl, almost dangerous in its hot, thick hunger. “I can’t stop myself.”

Before she knew what was happening, Dawson lowered his head, kissed and then sucked at her nipples. She quailed softly, and when next the hard warmth of Dawson’s palms enveloped her, she let her mouth fall open slightly, and leaned her head back to drink in the swirl of emotion coursing through her body. Tingles swept from her head to her feet. Angie’s scalp prickled, the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up stiff and hard, and she couldn’t help but wrap her hands back around the thing pressed against her belly.

Dawson’s hands devoured her. Every inch of her body responded to his touch, and before she knew what was happening, the copper fur on her forearms began to prickle out of her skin. Dawson noticed when it brushed against him, looked down and laughed. When he held up one of
his
hands, the same thing was happening – his fingers were thicker and longer, his chest hair fuller and darker, but his eyes. Oh dear God his eyes. The deep blue had gained silvery-gold flakes of color sprinkled through them.

“This really is
it
, isn’t it?” she asked as he kissed along the line of Angie’s neck. He muttered ‘mhm’ as his kiss slid between her breasts and he tasted the salt of her sweat mixed with the scent of her sex lilting into the air. The smell sent him into something resembling a fury.

His kisses turned hungry and hot, sucking on her skin, then her nipples. Every inch of her drank in the pleasure; her nipples puckered, her fingers curled involuntarily against his back. The further down his kisses trailed, the more she responded, arching herself helplessly against him.

Her skin took in the coolness, and as she first felt Dawson’s tongue weave through the hair above her sex and taste the cleft of her body, Angie groaned from deep in her belly. Her eyes rolled back, and without a second thought, she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Rolling back on her hips, she opened herself to Dawson’s hungry tongue.

He slid it up her line and then down the left side before teasing her entrance with a finger. There were words on the tip of Angie’s tongue, but actually speaking them was completely impossible. The sound of her breath hissing between her teeth was like music to Dawson’s ears, and just got him going faster, harder and deeper. He dipped his tongue inside, tasting her deeply and whispering a moan. “Yes,” she whispered, the word trailing out into infinity before it disappeared. Her heart thudded heavily. Her breath came hot and quick.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she whispered, and then laughed softly. “You can’t keep going I’m gonna...”

Her speaking was instantly squelched by a clench in her throat. “You’re gonna...!”

Dawson moaned hotly against her sex. His tongue found her clit and he flicked it back and forth first softly and then harder and harder as Angie bucked her hips. He pressed a finger against her entrance and then slipped it just inside. He curled it against her inner walls, and then rotated it slowly until her breathing fell into a rhythmic pattern with his push and pull.

Angie bit hard on her bottom lip, squelching a yelp, and then grabbed Dawson’s wrist to make sure he didn’t stop what he was doing. She couldn’t help what her body was doing – she bucked her hips hard against Dawson’s nose, his lips, his beautiful tongue, and his finger.

Wet heat slipped out of her sex, slicking Dawson’s mouth and his finger. He slipped a second one in beside the first, and used his forearm to hold Angie down against the ground. She pushed against him, and he drove his fingers deep, lashing her fiercely with the tip, then the flat, of his tongue.

The seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Pulses emanating from deep inside Angie’s belly shook her to the core, then radiated outward until the pleasure forced her fingers to curl against Dawson’s neck. She dug her fingernails in, leaving hot tracks where they were.

In a mixture of pain that gave way to pleasure seconds later, Dawson hissed her name, and she felt that as deeply as she’d felt anything else he’d done.

With a breath that seemed to fill her toes and fingertips, Angie felt every cord and muscle in her body tighten with tension. The tendons in her neck were so tight they could have been plucked like an E-string. A split second later, a rush of sweetness took her, and the moment after that, not even long enough for a single breath, all the air in her body rushed out, leaving a tingling energy behind.

Clutching his head between her legs, Angie didn’t even realize she was squeezing him with her thighs until she felt his laughter shaking inside her. The flicks of his fingers and the panting of his tongue against her clit heightened. Her body went stiff, and as she hissed out her first climax, she whispered his name with a shudder as he pushed her right up to a second ledge.

His kisses painted the lines of her hips, and the almost invisible hairs running up her belly. Pinned between his body and the floor, the alternating waves of heat and cool, warmth and chill felt otherworldly as Dawson kissed between her breasts, took a quick detour to her left nipple, and then cupped her breasts in his hands as he sucked her throat.

The scent of her sex on his lips and his fingers sent a swirl of electricity down Angie’s back. “I don’t want this to ever stop,” she whispered with a smile in her voice.

Dawson lifted his head from behind her ear, and stared down at her. His gold-silver-blue eyes burned with something right on the line between passion and fury. This bear, she knew, was dangerous... but he was
hers
. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” he paused to suck again on her neck and nibble ever so slightly. Where he nipped, red traces remained. “I need you more than I have ever needed water, or food. If I don’t have you right this second, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep breathing. The way you taste, the way you smell, it’s like the most powerful drug I’ve ever heard of. And I never, never want it to stop.”

She felt his thick, hard tip against her entrance, and reached down to guide him in. “I can’t imagine waking up with anyone but you, ever again,” he almost growled in her ear. “Whatever happens, you’re
mine
.”

There was such definite finality in what he said that Angie’s core trembled at his enormous strength, at the same time as her body shook from his entering her.

“Slow,” he said. “I want these memories to last forever.”

She couldn’t do anything but smile.

Nothing in the world had ever felt as good as Dawson’s tauntingly slow stretching into Angie. Her sex clenched around him, squeezing and holding him tight. She didn’t want him to go, and apparently, her body agreed.

Every time he pulled back and teased himself back in, the fire inside her burned hotter, brighter and hungrier, but it wasn’t until he had somehow gotten his entire cock inside her that she realized he was staring right into her eyes the whole time.

“I hope I’m not gonna hurt you,” she said with a quick grin, and then a gasp of pleasure as he pushed into her deepest place. “Oh God do I ever hope I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Scratch me,” he groaned. Dawson’s voice was husky, dangerous and delicious. When Angie curled her fox nails against his back again, leaving another set of hot, red tracks on his skin, her bear let out a sound that was halfway between a moan and a roar.

“Harder,” he urged. As she did, he pulled himself away and then drove into her, shooting sparks up her back that made her nipples prick up hard against his chest. The hair on him rubbed them just the right way; it hurt just enough to swing past pain and into pleasure. As he thrust into her again, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do, but give in.

And as he stroked again, squeezing her breasts against his body and filling her every inch, she realized that she didn’t want anything else in the world.

The two of them moved together, their bodies intertwining as though they’d been made for one another. Angie looped her long legs around her bear’s ass, and pulled him inside with as much strength as she could muster. And then, just as she felt her second climax building, she flattened her hands against his chest. “Wait,” she whispered with a mischievous grin. “As rough as I need you to be right now, I better be on top, or you’ll give yourself a hernia.”

He didn’t protest, but instead just rolled to a side and took her with him. With her legs on either side of his huge body, Angie drove her hips down, thrusting Dawson even deeper than he’d been before. She threw her head back, let a soft yelp escape her lips, and then as he looked up at her, she raked her hands across his chest. She took a deep breath and lifted herself up his shaft until she felt the shape of his head teasing her entrance, and slammed down as hard as she could.

Dawson let his head fall to the tile where before he’d been holding it up. His hands though, never stopped. With Angie’s breasts against his palms, he pinched her nipples, then ran his thumbs in slow, delicious circles. “Just a warning,” she whispered in between lifting herself and driving down, “I’m never gonna let you get away.”

“Deal,” he said, smiling as he closed his eyes. An instant later, when she felt him thickening inside her, Dawson’s eyes shot open, and he clutched Angie to him hard. Where before he had been lost in a sea of warmth, he suddenly clutched her lower back and wouldn’t let her move.

“Give me... your hands,” he managed in between hitched gasps. She offered them, and he grabbed. He pulled them down to his thighs, forcing Angie’s back to arch. He drove up into her, less thrusting than deep, hard, make-you-see-stars grinding. She took a deep breath, but couldn’t hold it.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered. “It’s... it’s too much.”

Trying to open her eyes, Angie looked down at her bear with glazed, half-open lids. “Good,” she said. “It’s about time I win for once.”

He let go of her hands, grabbed her head with one hand, and held her against him with the other. Dawson pulled her down to him, enveloping her in a kiss so deep and desperate that the only thing able to break it was her orgasm forcing her to pull away and suck air.

She bucked against him, grinding against him so achingly deep she’d never felt anything like it. Dawson grabbed a handful of hair and forced Angie to kiss him again, erupting inside her as their tongues intertwined.

The two of them jolted together in a staccato rhythm punctuated by gasps, then moans, and finally a long-trailing sigh of ecstasy.

There was nothing to say, nothing to do, and for a long time, no way to move for either of them. They just
were
, together, and that’s all that mattered. As the sweat on Angie’s back dried, and the claw marks on Dawson’s chest cooled, all either of them wanted to do was just keep doing exactly what they were doing.