Blind Date With A Bear(9)

Quinn filled out his pants like there was no tomorrow and the damn man practically oozed charm. Charming and sexy was just what she needed. Even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. Scratch that. She did want sexy and charming—just long term.

When she’d agreed to allow Deb to help her get back into the dating game, Paige hadn’t confided in her friend that she wanted more out of a relationship than a casual hookup. She certainly hadn’t told her that she had the hots for her little brother. Paige smothered a grin. There was nothing little about Quinn Blackwood. Remembering the feel of his hardened cock against her stomach, she suppressed a moan and prayed the wetness seeping from her pussy didn’t seep through her pants. Her panties were already wet.

Feeling the heat radiating from his body and inhaling the fragrance of forest, wind, and rain, Paige decided to let fate run its course. If it ended with a rollicking good time, then more power to her, the curvy girl. If it ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek, then she would say que sera, sera and move along. She really hoped it didn’t end that way.

“Hey, what put that frown on your face, darling?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head, shaking away the memories of a failed relationship and the expectations of a new one. Quinn was the best blind date—the best date period—that Paige had ever had.



Quinn had ordered two appetizers, unsure what Paige would like. He dipped a homemade tortilla chip into the spinach and artichoke dip and held it to her lips.

“What–”

The moment she opened her mouth, he gently pushed the food inside. “Eat.”

Her eyes snapped at him before she took a bite. A dollop of the dip clung to the corner of her mouth and her small pink tongue wiped it away. He crammed the rest of the chip into his mouth before he did something stupid. Like order her on her knees to lick his cock. Man, was he obsessing about that or what? But what red-blooded male wouldn’t be?

He fed her another chip, torturing himself as the dip continued to linger on her lips and her tongue continued to wipe it away. After about the third bite, she caught on to the seductiveness of being fed. The next time he held up a chip, her lips parted slowly. Her tongue came out to touch the bottom of the chip with her tongue. She pulled it slowly into her mouth. She moaned as she ate and again the dip clung to the corner of her mouth. This time, before she could lick it away, his tongue was there, lapping up the creamy concoction.

He felt the surprise and hesitation in the flex of her mouth. His lips rubbed lazily over hers, coaxing her to open for him. He tormented her with light touches of his open mouth until she gave a little growl and pushed upward, straining to capture his elusive kiss. He continued to tease her. He wanted this moment to last, wanted to burn it into his brain. The first taste of his mate. He wrestled back control of the kiss and tilted her head to give him a better angle. He stroked his tongue between her lips. Not deep, bold strokes, just teasing forays, which had both the man and the bear panting for more. The inside of her mouth was sweet as candy. Delicious. She was delicious.

Kiss her. Taste her. Fuck her. His animal wanted her—now. Okay, maybe his bear was a little ahead of the man in this mating dance. Thinking of this woman beneath him on a soft bed, his cock shoved deep into her tight channel…well, maybe his bear had the right idea.



Quinn’s eyes were vaguely frightening as they glittered down at her, right before he took her mouth again, devoured her mouth. He probed deeper, more possessively. His mouth was firm and moist and warm. The contact of his body, the sureness of his touch, dissolved her strength. She melted into him, yielding to his dominance. He opened a floodgate of feeling inside her—fear, excitement, shock. It had been so long since a man had held her in his arms, since she’d wanted a man to hold her. Knots coiled in her stomach, the tension spreading throughout her lower body. Her pussy clenched, feeling empty. She melted at the intimate touch of his tongue sliding into her mouth. The eroticism of the motion, the heat of the kiss, was melting her into a puddle. He laughed, the sound vibrating against her tongue. He knew exactly what his kiss was doing to her, damn it. Then he was deepening the kiss with a sure steady rhythm and she forgot her own name.

Before she could do something really stupid, like beg him to brush the place settings aside and take her on the wooden oak table, the waiter brought their entrees and Quinn was forced to let her go.

“Another glass of wine?” He ignored the food the same as he ignored the fact that he’d just had his tongue down her throat. Twice.

“Mmm. Sure.” It would make her third, but why not? She hoped this was a night of firsts. First time getting buzzed, first one-night stand. First blind date with a bear. It may have been the result of the two glasses of wine she’d already consumed, but the night had taken on a surreal feel. She couldn’t get over the fact that she was actually here and this fine-assed looking man—yep, that had to be the wine talking—was apparently interested enough to kiss her. Twice.