Cabin Bear Heat Box Set: A Paranormal Fantasy Bear Shifter Romance (A Bear Shifter Romance Retelling of the Billionaire Redemption Series Book 2)

by Love-Wins, Bella

  His lips traveled north and his finger moved south. He kissed his way up her neck, under her earlobe. She shivered and arched her neck to the side to allow him greater, easier, please-dear-God access.

  He was pulling her robe down dangerously low, stretching out the taut fabric, to sneak a few fingers under and massage her nipple between two fingers. She moaned, head falling back.

  Don’t let him stop, she begged the stars.

  Then, he did.

  “Abby.” His hands were back on her shoulders. He shook her slightly.

  “Um…yes?” She blinked at him, still awash in passion.

  “I think we should stop. Otherwise I may not be able to.”

  “Let’s not stop, then.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  ANDREW felt both thrilled and terrified at the idea that Abby wanted him. When she told him not to stop, it sent wild shivers up his back. Now he had to have her. A little voice at the back of his head kept repeating one question.

  Am I really ready for this?

  When she uttered her desire, he cut the little voice off from the rest of his body, and only paid attention to one thought.

  She wants me, and I need her so fucking bad.

  He picked her up in his arms and whispered in her ear. “My room.”

  They would be more comfortable there. He could use protection, if they got that far. Most of all, he wanted to etch the memory of whatever happened in his mind and in his den. When Abby nodded, he carried her out into the hallway, and into his room.

  Andrew had put her down to let her stand in his room when she began to kiss his neck, sending his need through the roof. He stepped forward and picked her up again, pressing her back against the nearest wall, enjoying everything they could experience before they made it to his bed. As her feet touched the ground, he braced his arms beside her head.

  Abby watched him with intensity, and he could see desire darken her eyes. She held his gaze, and to Andrew, it felt like her invitation to take her. Right here, up against the wall. He was tempted. Very tempted to give her what her eyes said she needed. He was just so unsure of himself, he didn’t want to rush.

  A kiss. Another kiss was what he would take from her now.

  He didn’t go for her lips first. He ducked his head and licked under her ear at the spot where her scent was strongest. She half fought it and half begged for more of the wild sensations he caused. Andrew took it even more slowly, fighting every animalistic desire to arch her neck and flip her hair back behind her shoulders to own her neck. She moaned as though she wanted more, but couldn’t have it. The naughty little voice of hers egged him on, and all the wickedly pleasurable things he could do to her with his tongue came to mind.

  Abby sighed and lifted a hand, flexing her fingers, needing to do something. She moved without forethought. She tilted her head and absently picked up her long hair and tucked it behind her. When he let out a soft groan in her ear, her body vibrated. Her hand went to his hips and pulled him closer. He moved to the other side of her face and licked from her collarbone up to her ear. She moaned aloud and begged him to take her.

  Andrew dipped his tongue along the whorls of her ear and she reacted as if ticklish, half-trying to escape him. His arms blocked her way and she pressed her breasts into his chest and leaned into him.

  “God, Andrew. You make me feel…”

  He smiled, and looked into her eyes.

  She pulled back.

  “I want all of you, Abby.”

  His voice was different, harsher. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. She seemed to jump. He wasn’t sure if he might have scared her. He didn’t mean to do anything except slowly worship every part of her body. Desire was running rampant in his veins, encouraging him toward a singular path. He had to control his need. For her sake.

  “Sorry if I scared you,” he soothed, removing his arms from either side of her head and cupping her face. He kissed her tenderly, gently, asking for no more than she was willing to give him. It took a moment, but she responded, opening her mouth slightly to let his tongue connect with hers. He hummed into her mouth, groaned and moaned as she gave him more and more of her own passion.

  Abby was feeding a monster. He knew it, and was unable to control it anymore. He pressed himself against her, pushing her back to the wall and holding her there with the force of his own body. This time she didn’t shy away. She shoved right back at him, her own desire now raging and released. They were both slaves to this overwhelming sensation.

  Her hand snaked down between their bodies and she boldly caressed his massive erection, sliding up and down over the bulge in his jeans. His cock leapt at the first movement of her palm. He was going to end up with a zipper-shaped tattoo across its surface, but he didn’t care. Not in the least. She grabbed his waistband and slipped a finger under the band. Caressing the very tip of his now fully erect—painfully erect—cock, he just about lost it. Like a thirteen-year-old with his first filthy magazine, he was ready to explode in his pants.

  “Abby, not here…I want to please you,” he ground out between clamped teeth. His groin, however, pushed forward into her grasp, and she pulled his waistband lower to get two fingers on his shaft. There was only one way to stop her.

  He groped for a breast. Finding one, he caressed it over her robe, while snaking another hand at the opening of the fabric to gently slide across the opposite nipple. She hissed and her eyes closed. The tip of her tongue slipped between her pink, plump lips. He longed for her to open her eyes so he could connect with her soul. She didn’t, so he continued massaging her bare breast.

  Her knees began to tremble and he pushed his own knee out between her legs to steady her. It was then he remembered her leg.

  “Is your ankle okay?” he said in a low groan, not wanting to spoil the moment by panicking if she didn’t complain yet.

  “It’s perfect,” she purred.

  She collapsed atop his knee. Damn it. He could feel her heat. Her hand was now completely in his pants. Even in the confined space of his tight jeans, with a full hard-on, she managed to fit her tiny hand in far enough to circle and tease his cockhead.

  He pulled on the sash of her robe, and once it got loose, he tugged the robe past her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect. Her slender body; those hand-size globes of pale pink flesh. He lowered his head to one and tasted her.

  Sugared peaches.

  She undulated on his thigh and he was lost, totally gone. He stood to get a better angle on her nipple and, without support, she began to falter. He caught her slight frame by hooking his arms under her armpits. As he did, she opened her eyes. She was still dazed and alit with need. She was adorable. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. Abby could barely manage a smile. She stared at him.

  “Come on, let me get you off that ankle,” he whispered.

  “Um…”

  “Some kind of kiss, huh?”

  * * *

  ABBY had lost all composure by the time Andrew carried her to his bed. She rested on it, staring up at the ceiling. All she wanted was to feel him; to have him touch her everywhere. His caress sent primitive vibrations throughout her body and made her feel so alive. The robe was already loosened, and her body was exposed. She shivered as she felt light air currents blow over her nipples. Just the thought of how he massaged her breasts made her clit throb with need.

  Andrew sat at the foot of the bed and gently rubbed the bottom of her feet. His thumb pressed gentle circles into her flesh as he peered at the swollen ankle. It still hurt. He touched a tender spot near her Achilles tendon with his finger. He saw her wince and stopped.

  Abby admired his muscular frame as he stripped down completely. He moved around to rest beside her in the bed. She could hear his breath still panting slightly from before. He turned his body toward her and blew onto her neck. His warm breath danced along her skin. She was ticklish there. Very ticklish, and so aroused.

  Abby stared at his muscular chest, desperately needing s
omething to focus on as he tantalized her neck. She noticed his gaze had dropped, following her open robe and down past her stomach. On instinct, she opened her thighs. His eyes jumped back to hers. A slight pink tint marked his cheeks before he brushed a gentle hand across her face. She smiled softly.

  He turned so he was above her, careful not to touch her ankle, and shifted his body down the bed. Her breath hitched when he gazed into her eyes and lowered his head to her stomach. His arms locked around her hips, keeping her close. She wanted him so badly. He dipped his head between her thighs, and at first, it was just his breath that tickled her wet flesh, making her squirm as he whispered praises against her clit. He pressed kisses up and down her slit. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His hands stroked up and down her body while he ravaged her, and she could not stop the long moans that escaped her mouth. Andrew was good. Very good with that tongue.

  His finger caressed her folds and slipped inside. She hadn’t been intimate in a long time, and feeling him within her, caressing her inner walls, had her bucking and thrashing on top of the sheets.

  “Abby. Hold still,” he moaned his sensual demand. He clamped a heavy, strong arm across her pelvis, stilling her wild undulations.

  “Oh. My. God. Andrew. This. Is.” She ceased talking. She had no idea a man’s touch could be this freeing. This mind-altering.

  He shifted up her body, and reached into his night table for a condom. Abby was relieved he had the presence of mind to use protection. She had no resistance left in her. Her excitement had grown to heights she had never imagined. She enthusiastically helped him slide the condom up his shaft, making him groan deeply. When it was on, his thighs moved between hers and spread her apart. He kissed each breast tenderly and then licked a path of heat in the valley between. He latched onto her lips for a kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his cock gently breached her folds.

  “Abby,” he growled. “You’re so wet, and so tight. God, you feel so fucking good.”

  She was painfully tight, but so wet with need. She moved slowly to meet him, easing his cock in inch by inch as he moved in and out of her opening, deeper into her channel each time. She slid her arms around his back and helped control every satisfying thrust. Finally, she had him seated firmly within her core. She sighed and nipped at his ear with the feeling of fullness.

  She wanted him to go slowly, and it was as if he read her mind before any words would come. She was happy he took it slowly with her. Like heaven, he found the perfect rhythm and rocked them both gently into oblivion. They moved in synchrony for some time. With little warning, she heard her own mouth let out a foreign cry as her orgasm broke out of its chains, sending her body rocketing toward its climax. He may have been waiting for her, because as her body writhed with pleasure, he let out a dark, carnal groan and came with her.

  He held her close as they recovered. She felt safe, and they both slept.

  Chapter Fifteen

  ANDREW was the first to wake up from his deep, satiated slumber. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was barely two in the morning. Abby must have felt him move. She turned her head and slowly opened her eyes.

  “Hi. Do you want me to go back to my room?” She rubbed her eyes.

  “No,” he answered. “We’re here now. Stay with me.”

  As he said it, he felt that deep down, he was asking her to stay in his bed for more than one night. He needed to get the unrealistic fantasy out of his head.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  He slid his arm out from under her head and got up, heading for his bathroom. Without looking around, he felt her gaze. He turned to look, and saw the soft smile on her face. She seemed to study him another moment or two before her head fell back to the sheets. He stood there, admiring her gorgeous body before he went into the bathroom. She was still resting on top the sheets. She had stretched out her legs and was moving around both ankles, as if testing just how swollen the bad one was. He saw her wince in the dim light. The ankle was still worrisome for her.

  He watched her roll over and get on to her hands and knees to crawl farther up the bed. Pulling back the sheets and comforter, she climbed underneath and snuggled into the pillows. She locked eyes with his when she realized he hadn’t gone in yet. He smiled at her. It was their first time, the first night they shared his bed, the first time he had been with anyone in that bed. He wanted to keep it that way.

  Even if nothing more happened, he wanted to make sure she felt special. Somehow, he doubted he could ever sleep beside Abby in a bed and have nothing happen. No. That was not possible, and she confirmed his thoughts right there and then. He watched in delight as she threw back the comforter again. Her hand snaked down her stomach. Her fingers rested at the edge of her mound. She paused and tilted her head to look at him with a smile, as if beckoning him to take what she was offering. His eyes lit up. He was so tempted to dive back into that bed and give her what she wanted.

  He would have, but couldn’t. “Hold that thought,” he told her, slipping quickly into the bathroom to shed his condom and relieve himself. As he washed his hands, he looked at the mark, and then looked up at his face in the mirror. He barely recognized his reflection. There was a smile that had not graced his face for two years.

  * * *

  ABBY must have drifted to sleep. She awoke with a start. The room was dark. The bathroom door stood ajar. The spot on the bed beside her dipped with Andrew’s weight, and her body rolled slightly into his embrace. He locked his arms around her stomach, keeping her close.

  “Go back to sleep, Abby,” he said after a few minutes.

  His voice was deep, husky, but not with sleep. She twisted around to peer at him.

  “I don’t know if I can,” she replied.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m thinking about when this storm ends.” She lied a little. She had been thinking about the blizzard, but that wasn’t what kept her up. It was her fantasy about making love to him again.

  “What about it?”

  He leaned forward to kiss the place where her neck and shoulder met. She shivered. He had figured out that spot was highly sensitive, and now seemed intently focused on it every time he got close.

  “I don’t know,” she said at first. “There’ll be so much to do when they finally clear the roads. I’ll need to replace my car. I’m positive it’s totaled, so I’ll have to deal with the insurance company. I’ll also fall behind with school.”

  It was another half-lie. Yes, she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of the storm, but she desperately wanted to feel him take her again, in any way he wanted it. She wanted him.

  Turning in his embrace, she stared into his enchanting blue eyes. So far, he’d been able to sense when she wanted more. Every kiss had been welcomed. She loved that he could tell just from looking into her eyes.

  “What else are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

  She smirked. He was good.

  “Tell me, Abby.”

  “I still want you.”

  His mouth fell open a bit, and his tongue absently licked his bottom lip. She felt his hands shift on her back and slide lower. She waited for him to say something; anything. He said nothing. For a long minute, they just looked at each other. She shifted around. It was getting uncomfortable. Maybe he felt they had moved too far, and way too fast.

  She froze, until he leaned in and whispered, “I thought you’d never ask.”

  * * *

  ANDREW admired the goddess who had propped herself up enough to crawl between his legs and bow before him. Her long blonde hair fell in cascading waves down her back and shoulder, reminding him of a waterfall of gold. Her pink lips—the bottom one pulled teasingly between her teeth—beckoned him. Reaching down to her face, he traced his thumb over her lips. Would he ever get tired of touching her? He doubted it.

  “Are you sure you want to…?”

  “Absolutely.” Her voice was eager, a l
ittle shaky, but she was not going to back away. “I want to do this for you.”

  “You know you don’t have to.”

  “I want to.” She nodded and lifted her hands to dance along his raging erection. He growled slightly, from somewhere deep in his lungs. It may have been the signal she wanted. She lowered her head to one thigh and blew on his shaft. The warm blast of her breath hit his cock, and he groaned with anticipation. She didn’t notice. All her attention was focused on his steely length as it pointed to the ceiling. He felt her soft lips press on his tip and he nearly came right there.

  “Steady, boy,” she teased, the hint of a giggle in her throaty voice.

  “It’s been a long time.” His voice shook and cracked, but he was thrilled he could still speak at the same time that she was driving him insane with her lips. It was torture. Absolutely wicked and welcome torture.

  “Oh…fuck,” He moaned, looking down just in time to catch the crimson blush on her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

  “Wow,” she answered softly, and looking up at him from between his legs.

  “What?”

  “I know we were naked earlier. But I never got a good look at you. You know, really look at all of you. Your body is stunning.”

  Andrew did not know what to say.

  “Really ripped…and your cock…” She stopped, ending with a purr. The hottest, sexiest damn purr he had ever heard.

  “You’re playing with me, aren’t you?” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but couldn’t help it. She had gone from sweet, adorable girl next door, to the hottest sex kitten he had ever met, and seeing her perched between his legs, he wanted her so badly, it hurt.

  Abby didn’t move. She just watched him all over again. He was ready to take her over and over again. She was too sexy to deny.

  “Come here, Abby.”