“No,” he said, stepping close and cupping his hand against her at the juncture of her legs.
She gasped and nearly lost her footing, but he caught her around the waist with his other hand and held her against the shower wall. He rubbed gently over her, and it was exactly as she’d pictured it in her imagination.
She wasn’t someone who fantasized a lot. Well, that was a lie. She fantasized about painting again and about feeling safe in her world and having someone who understood how she felt without having to explain over and over.
She’d given up and just let people think she was fine, but she wasn’t.
Except right now in his arms, wrapped up in his heat and the rising pleasure inside her, she was fine. And it felt so good.
He kissed her voraciously along her shoulders and neck, which were hot and sensitive from all the steam. Had she ever felt this good? He might be an asshole, but damn, he made her body melt into white heat.
As she felt the pressure inside her tighten to a fever pitch, he grabbed her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head, then covered her mouth in a deep, scalding kiss as he ground against her with his hard member still clothed by wet material. The friction was unbearable, and pleasure exploded through her with an intensity that made her want to cry it was so good.
She trembled, but he held her up, catching all her gasps with deep kisses, swirling his tongue against hers, making her think of other things she’d like to do with him.
As she came down from the orgasm, panting and unable to believe what just happened, she opened her eyes to see him staring at her intently. She was trapped against his powerful body, and he raked her with his gaze as if deciding what to do next. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
But when he kneeled in front of her on the floor of the shower, his powerful thighs stretching his pants taut, she knew she wasn’t going to say no, either.
She dug her hands into his short hair as his mouth brushed over her curls and he kissed her center deeply, as he had her mouth. She raised a fist to her mouth and bit it. Was this a usual thing for new partners to do together? Or only when horny, pent-up, overstressed bear shifters got together?
His hands dug into her hips, holding her possessively as he explored her with his lips, his tongue. He played over her folds, dipped close to her entrance, and then came up to toy with her most sensitive spot, swirling his tongue over it.
She wished she had something to hold on to, because she knew an earth-shattering orgasm was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
He knew it too, and he looked up at her with a wicked grin as he continued to kiss her.
The sight of such a huge, gorgeous man kneeling in front of her but in full control, holding her with those strong hands, was too much for her, and passion exploded through her again.
It felt like lightning. Lightning that went on and on. Her legs buckled, but he came up and caught her, kissing her and letting her taste herself on him.
Her bear growled low inside her, but she ignored it as her orgasm continued to rock through her. She dug her nails into his back, and he growled in pleasure.
She reached for his pants again, but he captured her hands one last time and pinned them to the wall as he kissed her. It was a deep kiss, possessive and expressive, and she had no choice but to open wide and let him delve inside, claiming her totally.
When he pulled away, leaving her gasping, she was frustrated and aching for more. For him inside her. She ground against him, letting him know what she wanted.
He sighed and rested his forehead against the shower. “Damn. Stopping is impossible.” He looked up at her, water and steam all around them, streaming over his handsome features as his hands clung to her like he couldn’t let go. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. It’s the first time I can’t walk away.”
Her lips pulled up in a small grin. “Then don’t.” Her heart pounded hard, her shyness left behind in the heat of pleasure. She just wanted to feel more of what he had to give.
She writhed against the wall behind her, loving the slick feel of her skin on the smooth tile.
She felt light, happy, and like the only thing that could make this better was full-on sex.
His fingers tensed on her as he let out a sharp growl, then pushed away from her. He swiped his shirt from the floor and put it on hurriedly, splashing water all around him.
She sank in a pile of mush as she watched him pace in front of the shower. When he saw her, his face tightened and he quickly moved to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed before going back to pacing.
She could see his cock, still huge and hard in his pants. What was keeping him from going further?
The air outside the shower was cool and air-conditioned, and she pulled sheets over her for cover.
As he paced and cursed, she felt her ardor cool slightly. Her body still felt amazing, warm and loose and pleasured, and she decided not to let whatever he said or did now affect how much she’d enjoyed that.
Finally, he turned to her, looking unbearably sexy in his wet clothing, still dripping all over her carpet. “What now?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He ruffled his wet hair, launching several more water droplets. “How am I supposed to just be your guide now? How am I supposed to just show you around to turtle farms when I know just how hot that body feels? Your face…” He let out a growl and paced some more. She couldn’t believe she had this kind of effect on him. “I just… You keep getting to me,” he said, sending her a sidelong glare that said he blamed her entirely.
She shrugged. “You walked in on me.”
“Exactly,” he said. “It’s been two days, and I went from blowing you off to having to see how you were doing to having to suck you off in the shower. Which was amazing.” He gave her a grin. “But now what? I’m not in the right place for a relationship, Mara. I don’t know what this is.” He gestured between them.
“Maybe you should get a towel. You’re dripping everywhere,” she said calmly.
He turned on his heel and did just that. Damn, she liked the look of him patting his body with it. When he was satisfied, he sat in a whicker chair by the window and looked out.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” She looked pointedly at his erection.
“Yes. The best part is seeing you go,” he said.
That was different. She hadn’t had a lot of lovers, but most of them definitely did not seem to think her orgasm was the best part. Perhaps Scott was a better man than he sometimes appeared.
Her heart was still pounding from the encounter. Sure, she’d initiated the sex for comfort and just to feel something good with a hot man. But there in the shower, it had felt like more. So overwhelming. So much bigger than them.
But that was silly.
“What are you thinking?” he asked hoarsely, staring at her from his chair. His long legs were propped up on the windowsill, and his expression was pensive.
“I’m thinking maybe we should be lovers,” she said quietly.
His gaze snapped to hers. “Lovers?” he scoffed. “That’s too polite a term for what I’m thinking.”
“Oh?” she asked, watching his expression darken.
“Yes,” he said simply.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone who made me feel good. As long as I’m here, and you’re willing, why can’t it be with you?”
He stood in the blink of an eye and started pacing again. She wanted to pull off his pants and take him in her hands. Bad Mara was out, and she liked it.
He’ll hurt you, a voice inside her said.
Yes, but I’m already hurt, she answered.
“Look, why are you doing this?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips, which only served to make him look sexier somehow. “You were brought here as part of a scam by my matchmaking dad and then were blown off by me, and you’re on the run from something huge and trying
to heal…”
She scooted to the edge of the bed and reached out, catching his waistband. She jerked him forward, and he let out a low growl as she dug both hands into his pockets, holding him there. “Maybe this is part of trying to heal. I want to just live for a while, you know? Do the things I’ve been missing.”
“You mean you want to do me,” he said warily. “But what am I supposed to do when my father chews me out for breaking your heart?”
“Who says I won’t break your heart?” Mara asked.
Scott just laughed at that. Not a good sign. Still, if he just gave her the best sex of her life and helped her with her stalker issue, he’d be giving her more than anyone else had. So why not?
“I’m a big girl,” she said, tugging him closer. “I can take it.”
His face was stern, but she could see his resolve wavering. Underneath that controlling asshole was a good man, and she could see him weighing whether this was actually good for both of them.
But she didn’t care. She was tired of men running her life. She was ready to take charge. She slowly pulled down the zipper of his dress pants and took his cock in her mouth.
Damn, the feel was velvety smooth, and he was huge. She licked and then released it and looked up to see him on the verge of losing it. Jaw tight, hands clenched into fists. Was he angry?
Slowly, he pushed the pants down and backed her up onto the bed, making her very aware that she was still naked.
“Tease,” he said, reaching into the drawer at the side of the bed for a condom. Apparently, the hotel stocked them in the suites.
It was important to use protection. When two shifters did it without, it resulted in claiming.
He opened it with his eyes locked on hers and then slid it over himself. “As good as your mouth feels, what I really want is to be inside you.”
She nodded, arching luxuriously back on the bed. “That’s what I want, too.”
Still, he didn’t immediately go for it. Instead, he ran his hands worshipfully down her body, caressing every curve, heating up her body and the room. He ran a small circle around her ankle and trailed back up to play between her thighs. He touched her soft stomach as if memorizing each curve and roll. He made her feel utterly beautiful, and he was totally silent.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her, hard, his lips crashing against hers like waves on a beach. He settled into a rhythm, caressing again and again, and then he stroked deep with his tongue as his fingers dipped to test her entrance.
Damn, she was wet and ready for him.
“So hot,” he growled, readying himself at her entrance.
She ached in anticipation, and when he didn’t immediately come inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in with one hard thrust.
She winced because he was so much larger than she was used to, but immediately, the pain started turning into an unbearable pleasure, like he was hitting every spot inside her without even moving.
She bit her lip and tried to remember how to breathe and looked up to see him patiently waiting, a slight grin on his face.
“I should never have thought you meek, should I?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m a brazen artist,” she said, teasing. Damn, he was driving her crazy. Now if he would just start to move.
“Fine, I’ll let you take the lead this time, but next time, it’s all mine.”
“You’re… not the only one… who likes… being in control,” she said, gasping as he began to slowly move in and out, setting off lightning intensity inside her. Her whole body shook in anticipation, and he settled a large, warm hand over her stomach to calm her.
She writhed, needing more. “Faster,” she said. “Harder.”
He thrust into her, giving her what she needed. Almost too much, but that was just what she wanted. It wouldn’t last forever, so it needed to be this good every time. She rocked with him, trying to take him deeper and deeper, until they met at the hips with each move.
He looked so handsome, his face tight, hiding any emotion, his muscles flexing as he focused on pleasuring her, his bright-blue eyes burning and intense. She grabbed onto his arms as the build continued.
It was so much stronger than the escalation in the shower. Damn, she liked the feel of him inside her. It felt like home, like she never wanted to be empty again. She just wanted to keep him there, filling her with pleasure.
His breathing came quicker now, and she could tell she was also close. She reached down between her legs to feel herself, but he shoved her hand away and did it himself, tweaking with each thrust. It felt better when he did it anyway.
It felt like no human should be allowed to feel so much without exploding. Her whole body was on fire in a very pleasant way, but she didn’t know how much more she could take. The tension had to break soon, but her body held on, gripping him tightly for more and more of the sensation.
“Scott,” she gasped out.
“I know,” he said in a low voice. “Come with me.”
She nodded but didn’t know how to let her body go when she was so tense. He slowed his stroking and ran a hand over her belly, then leaned to place a soft, slow kiss on her mouth. Then he resumed thrusting, and she could feel the difference now that she was slightly more relaxed.
But that quickly changed as he upped the tempo, making heat rise in her as that delicious tension climbed once again. She lifted up and wrapped her hands around his shoulders because she felt it coming. And sure enough, on the next hard thrust, as his hips came flush with hers, she tipped over the edge into a beautiful, slightly painful free-fall.
Beautiful because it felt like her whole body was coming with her. Painful because she’d never felt like this and she didn’t understand why.
She felt him jerk against her and held on to him as her orgasm triggered his. She loved the feel of his wide back, his silky muscles. His spiky hair. She pulled back slightly to look at his face, closed off in pleasure as he came, but he looked away from her, and she went back to holding him, still riding out the last ripples of the orgasm he’d given her.
When it finally subsided, she heard his heavy breathing along with her own. Her heart thumped hard, her body going limp with relief.
She let go of him and fell back on the bed.
Unbelievable.
He pulled out of her and walked away to clean up, but she barely noticed. Instead, she turned, pulled a sheet over her, and looked out the window at the ocean. It was a surreal moment. The opposite of where she’d been just a few days ago.
Now she was in an amazing hotel on a beautiful island and had just been thoroughly fucked by a man from some kind of wet dream.
She sighed and felt something warm against her back. Was he snuggling her? Sure enough, his arms wrapped around her and held her against him. He was big, but his body was the perfect size to completely enclose hers, and she felt safe, warm, and happy.
It almost made up for everything else, but she wasn’t stupid enough to think this meant more than a romp in the hay for him.
She could feel his heartbeat hammering against his chest, and she was glad he was the type who didn’t insist on talking all the time. She didn’t know what to say.
After a few moments of watching the last of the sunset together, he interrupted the silence.
“So tell me about your stalker.”
She blinked. “What? Now?” She didn’t want to. Not after that.
“Yes,” he said. “After all, I feel like shit for taking advantage of you. The least I can do is solve your problem.”
5
Scott knew it was the wrong thing to say right after he’d said it, because she rolled away from him and faced him angrily. As he’d thought, her hair was curlier when wet, and it waved angrily around her face, making her dark eyes sparkle. Her skin was still glowing from the orgasms he’d given her.
“Taking advantage of me?” she asked, eyes wide as she pulled the sheet up around her. “Excuse me? What we did was between two consen
ting adults, and I find it offensive that—”
He put a finger against her lips, momentarily shushing her. “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant… Look, I’m a man used to doing what he thinks he should do. Not losing control and doing something he feels is wrong. I feel like you deserve more than what I’m offering. But you were just so damn beautiful—”
“Were?” She raised an eyebrow.
Damn. “Are. You are so beautiful, and I lost control. The minute I saw you naked, it was over. And you have to understand, losing control isn’t something I take lightly.” He stood and paced again, not minding he was naked.
She didn’t mind either.
She hoped he had lots more to think over. She could stare at him forever.
When he realized she was watching him, he reached for a sheet and draped it over himself toga-style. It made her giggle, and he pinned her with a glare and then sat on the side of the bed with a huff.
“I just… I guess I feel caught in a whirlwind, and it would make me feel grounded if there were something I could do right now. Some problem I could solve.”
“You can’t always use work to get away from your feelings,” she murmured, feeling she was finally starting to understand him a little better. He was still a huge mystery, but she was getting closer to whatever it was that made him tick.
“How about this?” he asked. “I’ll go back to my place and change and cool off. You can take a nap if you want. I’ll send room service up for you, and after dinner, we can take a walk on the beach and talk.”
Her throat tightened. Why did he have to come up with the most romantic atmospheres for spending time with her? But she nodded in agreement. “That would be nice.”
“And you’ll tell me what I need to know, and we’ll make plans.” He cracked his knuckles. Standing at his full height, he was intimidating. She could feel protectiveness emanating from him and suddenly found herself looking forward to her walk on the beach with him after all.
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