Page 27 of Snowed In With the Grizzly

My beast shoves its way up. My cock is so hard it hurts.

There’s a small, embarrassed smile on her face, but her eyes are bright with desire.

“Rowan, so goddamn beautiful,” I growl.

She flashes her lovely white teeth. “Really?” she whispers.

“You’re a goddess. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

“No—” she starts to say, but I dart forward and stop her mouth with a kiss. She’s reclining, but now I draw her up to meet me. And for the first time ever, I touch her bare skin. Warm and soft, like velvet. I run my hands over the lovely curve of her waist, her stomach. When I cup her tits through her bra, she gives a little sigh.

She’ssensitive.

My cock surges again. I unfasten her bra and slide it off slowly, reverently. Her tits emerge, exposed to my gaze for the first time. Big and round, with lovely, caramel nipples. “God, Rowan, you’re so sexy.”

I cup them in my rough hands. Hands that are too coarse to touch this angel, but a ragged moan breaks from her lips.

I lean in and take one of those tender candies into my mouth.

She sighs and moans as I lick and suck on them, her nails digging in to the base of my neck, directing me.

The scent of her desire rises up, sweet and heady. She’s ready. I think about taking her right here on the window seat. Tearing her panties aside and plunging my cock into her.

But, no, her first time will be on the bed, in comfort. I’m gonna go slow, give her a night she’ll never forget. Besides, I don’t want to risk anyone getting a glimpse of her lovely body. It’s for my eyes only.

I lift her up into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, just like she did before. But this time there’s only a little scrap of fabric between me and her sweet pussy. In a few minutes there’ll be nothing between us.

The thought roars in my blood. All these years I’ve fantasized about her. All those lonely nights when I’ve laid in bed alone, jerking off, thinking about mating her. Now here she is, wrapped around me, in just her lingerie.

Her lips clings to mine, hungrily. When I slide my tongue into her mouth, she sucks on it a little, welcoming me in.Fuck.I imagine how her pussy is going to feel wrapped around my cock, squeezing it.

I walk over to the bed and lay her down.

Finally, she looks around the room, and gives a little gasp. “Jaxton! This is beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, I love the way you’ve made it… different. This isours.”

My chest warms as I pick up her meaning. This is still Grandma Jo’s cabin. And it will always be. But now it’s ours, as well. We’ve put our own mark on it.

I reach for her again, but she shoves me back playfully. “Come on, Jaxton,” she says, her eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and desire. “Let me see that body of yours again.”

My beast lets out a rumble of delight. She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Like all shifters, I feel most in my element when I’m naked. I tear off my shirt, followed by my jeans.

And she kneels back on the bed, andlooks.

Damn, she looks like a pinup model. But hotter than any model I could imagine. I love the way her hair curls so prettily around her shoulders. The way her tits thrust up toward me. And the way her sweet, soft thighs are spread a little, and I can just make out a patch of dampness on her underwear. She’s wet.For me?For a big ol’ rough-ass bear like me? I still can’t believe it.

Her eyes rake me up and down, before zoning in on my cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see it jutting out like a tree branch, and I swear it swells even more under her attentions.

“So big,” she murmurs.

“I’ll go slow,” I tell her. Hardly knowing what I’m doing, I encircle my shaft and give it a couple of slow strokes.

“Is it gonna fit inside me?” She sounds adorably doubtful, and I jerk my hand away. I’m in danger of coming before I’ve even touched her.

“I just want to make you feel good, honey,” I tell her. “I’m only gonna mate you when you’re ready.”

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