“Please…please…” She found herself begging.
Her breasts felt tiny in his huge hands but delightfully sensitive to the callused pads of his fingers. And when he snaked his left hand down to stroke her clit, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
“Yes… yes…” She moaned as she rode him, faster and faster, desperate for more. Thank goodness for the noise drifting up from the bar.
She was close. So amazingly close, yet release kept evading her.
“Todd,” she moaned, hovering between ecstasy and frustration. Something was missing. Something she couldn’t put her finger on. The angle was perfect. His touch, just right. But something—
His hands tightened suddenly, and he rolled them both, coming out on top. And the second she was on her back, he slammed down with his full weight, pushing deep, deep inside her.
Yeswas what she wanted to cry, but it came out all garbled and low.
She echoed his movements with desperate pushes on his ass while squeezing with her inner muscles, determined to make it as good for him as it was for her.
With a low grunt, Todd increased the pace. His chest was right over hers, and his chin jutted as he chased the high they both sought.
Then her orgasm hit her, and she just about howled. Every muscle in her body flexed, and Todd groaned, too. He powered through two more thrusts, and then he came, too, shuddering and burning inside her.
He lowered his body and whispered in her ear as aftershocks of pleasure hit her body, one by one. Was he telling her to be quieter? That she was beautiful? That he’d never had a woman like her before? Whatever the words were, they were soft and sweet, and her soul seemed to understand perfectly, even though her brain couldn’t quite make out the individual sounds.
Todd nuzzled while he whispered. At first, she thought it was just a nice cover-up for the awkward task of wiping them both off with his T-shirt, but it went on much longer than that. He started by nuzzling around her right cheek, and when she expected him to break away, he switched to the other side and went on. And on and on. When she managed to coax her blissed-out mind back into gear, it occurred to her that he was going about it in a systematic way, working from low to high and right to left until every square inch of her skin was pink and glowing.
“You trying to shed a second skin off on me?” She giggled as he worked his way down her neck.
“Something like that,” he murmured, scraping his stubble along her collarbone.
It felt so good, she closed her eyes and hummed. But then her legs got dangerously close to wrapping around him again, and he slowly eased away from her to stand. Behind him, the stars of the Great Bear glittered even brighter than before.
“Come on,” he said, pulling her to her feet.
“Whoa.” She grabbed his arms for balance. “Wait, I kind of like it up here on the deck.”
He wrapped her tightly in his arms, and she could feel his cock harden against her side. “I like it too much. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Eleven
“So, you and Anna, huh?” Soren raised his eyebrows.
Todd growled at his cousin. Never mind that Soren was handing him a coffee and muffin like every other morning. Never mind that any shifter in a five-mile radius could smell Anna’s scent on him. He really, really wasn’t ready to discuss it.
Todd took a bite of his muffin and spoke through the crumbs. “None of your business.”
“True.” Soren nodded thoughtfully, then scratched his chest. “But you still have to tell her, you know. Or were you thinking this is just a short-term thing?”
His bear nearly roared out loud, and his canines extended from his gums in the most blatant challenge he’d ever pulled to Soren’s higher rank.
“Not a short-term thing,” he growled.
“Yeah, I figured as much,” Soren murmured.
“You figured what?”
“I figured fate brought you here for something other than fixing up the bar,” he mused, watching the steam rising from his mug.
Todd stared. “You figured? And you were going to tell me — when?”
Soren just shrugged. “Gotta figure it out yourself. That’s the way it is with fate.”