She tensed at his touch and he stilled concerned that she might be frightened. “Sssh, baby.”
He tasted her again, his tongue furling deeper, bumping into her opening, but not quite penetrating her. Again and again he licked her, taking her taste inside him. She soon forgot any embarrassment she might have felt and moved with his touch, whimpering and mewing as he ate at her. He concentrated on her every reaction, learning what pleased her and what would drive her over the edge. Her juices flowed over his tongue and he drank in the sweet feminine honey.
“Quinn,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair once again. Her words were strangled, rasped out between parted lips. “Please.”
Her pleas pleased him. As her mate, he was the only one to give her pleasure and see to her needs. He smiled against her warm flesh, his tongue tunneling inside her wet hole. Both man and beast wanted to demand her surrender. He was on the verge of his own climax, straining and taunt and he wasn’t even inside her.
He thrust his tongue inside her again and again. He could feel the clench of her muscles around his tongue, feel the tiny spasms signaling her approaching orgasm. He moved away from her opening and she moaned her frustration.
“Patience, baby, patience.” The moan changed to a deep, low groan when his lips closed over her clit. Her hips undulated and he tightened his hold on her thighs, holding her still for his touch. He flicked out his tongue, letting the raspy surface drive up her desire.
“Quinn!” This time his name was a harsh scream. Her natural whiskey coated voice deepened with her desire.
He quickened the pace, almost giving into the urge to sink his fingers inside her. He wanted her to fly over the moon with just the touch of his mouth as she had the night of their blind date. Faster and faster, he stroked until her body trembled and her hips strained against his mouth. When he sensed her peak approaching, he closed his teeth around her clit and bit down. He was rougher than he intended. The taste of his mate had eroded away his control. Her scream of pleasure made his bear roar with its own satisfaction.
He continued to stroke her flesh until the last shudder ran through her. When her pleasure had passed, he lowered her legs and eased his body back up hers. He drank in her satisfaction with triumph and possession. He had pleasured his mate. Cupping the back of her head, he lifted her for his kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own desire. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him deeper inside.
When they both needed to breathe, he pulled away and lay down beside her. She leaned into him, fitting her head into the crook of his shoulder as naturally as if she had been born to be there. Which she had been. With every passing moment the truth settled deeper into his soul. This was the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He tightened his hold. He loved the feel of her, the fragrance of her, vanilla and sugar, blended with her arousal. He’d thought he’d died and gone to bear heaven.
Quinn had been on his share of dates. You name the scenario, he’d done it. Dancing, drinking, dinner. Amusement parks, sporting events, even an off-Broadway musical. This was the first time he’d sat high above the city on the top floor of a building under construction with a beautiful—deeply satisfied—woman in his arms. He licked his lips still tasting her pleasure.
“It’s so beautiful up here.” Her sweet, shy smile made his heart hurt.
“I’m glad you think so.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “This is where I spend most of my time. Well, here or in the woods behind my house.”
She had a perplexed look on her face, prompting him to ask, “What?”
“I would never have pictured a bear shifter as a high rise construction worker.”
“Really? What did you picture a bear shifter doing?” Say licking your pussy or fucking you from behind. Please, pretty please, his bear begged.
“I don’t know, something to do with the woods?”
Oh, he was doing something with wood, he was sporting the biggest woody of all freaking time.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in the wild, catching a salmon or two, but I’m just as happy here.”
“Do you catch fish when you’re, um—”
“A bear?” He laughed at her embarrassed expression.
“I bet you’re a beautiful bear.”
“Well, damn baby.” He was flabbergasted. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “Want to see?”
“Here?”
“Now, what would the inspector think if he saw a half-ton bear roaming around the tenth floor?”
“I don’t know.” She rose to her knees. “What’s the inspector going to say when he sees a seven foot man getting a blow job on the tenth floor?”