Boarlander Bash Bear 2(25)
“Oooh,” she moaned, tossing her head back.
His lips were everywhere. Little bursts of fire enflamed her skin where he touched her, and now he was bucking into her faster, harder. She was pushed farther up the bed with his force and was blinded by the intense ecstasy between her thighs. He was so big, so powerful, so perfect inside of her, as though he’d been made to be her perfect match, her perfect fit.
Bash buried his face against her neck and held her close as he slammed into her. She was so close.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whispered mindlessly.
Orgasm blasted through her in throbbing bursts just as Bash rammed into her and froze.
He cried out a sexy, helpless groan as his dick throbbed inside her, filling her with waves of heat with every pulsing shot of his seed. He moved again, slower, smoother as her clenching body matched his release. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.
Bash stroked into her slowly for a long time until every last aftershock was done, and then he smiled against her neck. He eased out and slid down her body until his chin was on her stomach. With an adoring smile, he murmured, “I know I’m supposed to go slow, but I like you, too. I mean…I like you.” His eyes were raw and conveyed something much deeper, pleaded for understanding, and she got it.
With a happy smile, she pulled a pillow under her head so she could see him better. Running her fingernails through his dark, mussed hair, she admitted, “I love you, too, Bash Bear.”
His lips twitched into a smile, and then he sighed a long, relieved sound. He kissed her belly gently, then murmured, “You said you’re the luckiest, but you’re wrong. You give me everything. You make me the lucky one.”
Chapter Nine
Bash’s heart was beating fast against her cheek as he lay under the covers with her. Emerson had been lost in happy thoughts, watching a square of light from the window travel slowly up the foot of the bed toward them, but Bash’s pulse should’ve slowed by now. They’d been quiet for a while, just cuddling.
He pulled her in closer against his side, and it happened again. His heart rate galloped. Narrowing her eyes, she rested her chin on his chest and asked, “Sebastian Kane, what on earth are you thinking about?”
His eyes flew wide, but he only met her gaze for a moment before he looked away. “I’m happy, and then I feel bad, and then I’m happy again.”
Tracing the burn mark on his shoulder, she whispered, “Tell me why you’re happy first.”
“Because you want a cub with me.”
She smiled and said, “Now tell me why you feel bad.”
“Because my dad was dumb, and I’m dumb, too. You’re smart, and you wanted a smart dad for your cub. You settled. And then I think you don’t mind because you never made me feel simple, but then I don’t want you to be mad later if our cub ain’t smart. I didn’t make good grades in school. I mean, in math I did because I understand numbers, but English and language arts and history and all the others… My mom just about pulled her hair out trying to help me pass.”
“I bet you were good at gym.”
“I was fuckin’ awesome at gym,” he said, eyes serious. “And lunch. I beat all the kids at lunch.”
She stifled a laugh and clamped her teeth on his chest, then said, “Now ask me how I feel.”
Bash brushed her corkscrew curls away from her face and then tried but failed to tame them behind her ear. “How do you feel?”
“I feel happy, then bad, then happy again,” she said, using his answer.
“Why happy?”
“Because it feels like my whole life—all the hard stuff, and the easy stuff, and the crooked road to my twenty-eighth year—led me right here into your arms. And then I think about us trying for a baby and it makes me excited and warm inside. In my chest, where my heart is.”
“I feel that, too. Warm and good.” His brows lowered. “Why bad?”
“Because you don’t see yourself the way I see you. You aren’t dumb, Bash. You’re fun, hilarious, and kind, and so much smarter than you give yourself credit for. I feel bad because I don’t like you talking about yourself that way. And then I feel happy again when I think about our cub being like you someday.”
The frown lifted from his features and was replaced by one of those crooked, heart-stuttering smiles. “What do you mean, someday?”
With a laugh, she said, “Well, it might not happen right away for us. We might have to try for a little while. Practice.”
“I’m fine with practicing,” he said immediately. His attention shot to the square of light, now resting on their hips. “The others will be off their shift soon. Do you want to see ten-ten?”