Timberman Werebear(15)

He pulled her nipple into his mouth and dragged his tongue against it until it tingled. When he eased back again, he looked surer of himself, as if he’d made up his mind. Kicking open the door with his heavy work boot, he slipped from the car. When he turned back to her, he was unbuttoning his pants, and she smiled.

“Say it. Say you forgive me.”

“You haven’t bought me a single beer,” he teased as he eased his long, thick cock from his briefs.

Her heart thrummed erratically against her sternum as she watched him stroke himself from the base to the tip. It was red and swollen, ready for her, and she shimmied out of her jeans as fast as she could peel the danged things off.

“I like that you’re smooth,” he whispered reverently. Gripping the backs of her knees, he pulled her legs until her hips rested on the edge of the seat. He knelt down between her thighs and stared at her sex. “I like being able to see all of you.”

He eased her back and dragged his tongue along her slick seam. Her shoulders shook with the tremor that blasted up her spine, and she arched her head back and closed her eyes. The sensation of his whiskers against her skin was nothing shy of orgasmic. His tongue lapped at her, three languid strokes, then he stood and leaned into the Bronco, over her body, and trailed soft kisses up her bare stomach.

When he came to her tattoo, he paused, then kissed it. “You’re mine, Danielle.” His voice was pitched low and had a gravelly quality she’d never heard before.

She dragged her fingernails across his shoulders and sighed at the happiness that filled her. “You’re mine too, Denny. I think you always have been.”

He rattled off a low growl and plunged his shaft into her, filling and stretching her. He felt so good, so familiar, as if they were meant to be here, connected. As if they were better when they were together.

He opened his eyes just before his lips collided with hers, and she saw it. Something hidden beneath the surface. Something churning and silver and incomprehensible. He thrust into her again, and she bowed against him and clawed his back. She didn’t care if she hurt his skin. She wanted him to feel her here. To be marked by what they were doing in these quiet woods. This wasn’t just making love. She felt it to her bones. This was more. Denison was tethering her to him with every stroke.

He bucked harder, pulling her tightly against his chest as his teeth grazed her skin. She yelled out his name as she detonated around him, and he froze and threw his head back. The muscles in his neck strained before he brought his cool, silvery gaze back to her. It wasn’t a trick of the lighting this time—she knew for sure. Denny was different, and those eyes… He was hiding something scary inside of him. She hadn’t a guess what, but right now as he filled her with pulsing, hot jets, filled her until she overflowed and wetness trickled between her thighs, she didn’t care that he kept secrets.

Someday, she was going to prove she was worth sharing them with.

He slammed into her three more times as his cock swelled and emptied completely. Spent, he nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair until their breathing slowed and their pounding heartbeats synchronized at a much slower pace.

“I’ve missed you,” he said so softly she almost didn’t hear it.

She smiled at the ceiling of the Bronco and ran her fingers through his hair, her heart full as a future with the man she’d always loved stretched on and on before her. “I’ve missed you, too.”





Chapter Six


Danielle moved to open the car door, but Denison reached over her lap and pulled it closed again. When she turned to ask him what he thought he was doing, he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Hesitating half a beat, he dropped his gaze to her lips, then kissed her. It wasn’t one of those powerful lip-locks that tried to make up for lost time, but a sweet one with a gentle pluck of her bottom lip before he pulled away with a soft smacking sound that made her insides feel like they were glowing.

“I’m sorry if I pushed us too far earlier. I was going to stop when you showed me your tattoo, but I let things get a little out of hand.”

She nibbled his bottom lip, then glared. “Are you done apologizing for sleeping with me?”

“It wasn’t just sleeping together. Not to me. It was—”

The window popped three times, scaring the glow right out of her. Bruiser stood leaned against the Bronco, grinning at her through the glass. “Took y’all long enough.”

Startled, Danielle clutched her chest, as if it would keep her heart from escaping, and shoved the door open. Hiding her burning cheeks, she slung her purse strap across her torso and made her way toward Brooke and Skyler.