Page 195 of Call the Shots
“Bear…”
“Kiss me.”
Gingerly, I pressed my lips to his?—
“Not that unfeeling bullshit you’ve been doing—kiss me.”
Oh, fuck it.
I threw my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his, tightening my hold. I wanted him—neededhim—and Bear groaned into my mouth, his huge hands no longer concerned with stopping me, he was grabbing me just as hard, trapping me to him.
“That’s it,” he panted, sliding his tongue in to taste me. I had to pull back to breathe and he quickly shook his head. “No, no, don’t stop?—”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. I spiraled in his lap, kissing in those winding lovers’ kisses that leave you so lightheaded, all you can focus on is the taste. The kiss said, ‘you’re everything to me, don’t you know that?’ Bear gripped me tighter, rubbing his bite marks on my body.
It was fucked-up to kiss like this with the impending end but fuck that end—it felt too damn good with him.
“Do you want to cum?” he panted.
“Yes,” I begged. “Yes—please?—”
He pushed something to my chest, and I had two seconds to glance down at the little white present before Bear kissed me again, taking my attention away. I had to open it without looking, melting from his tongue.
“Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, some guy’s going to ask for your number,” he rasped, taking the object away from me when I finally unwrapped it. “I want you to remember that I’m waiting for you to come home, and I can do this for you. Nobody else can.”
My eyes widened when I spotted what was in his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
Bear clicked the vibrator on, leaving me speechless.
“You’ll never forget this,” he promised, kissing me again, slipping the vibrator to where my clit met his cock.
I was already at the cliff’s edge, barely able to stand it, and when the vibrator touched me, my muscles jolted together. A wrecking ball slammed into my chest. I was thrown into swells of pleasure until I submerged completely into an out-of-body experience.
A dull ringing overtook everything.
Is someone screaming Bear?
I crumpled into him, and he caught me. Mini orgasms quaked under my skin, the aftershocks leaving me a shaking, fucking mess.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
That was somuch. I discovered a new depth of pleasure I didn’t know existed. I trembled and Bear’s face swam in and out of my vision.
Is he holding me up? Is he talking to me?
The pleasure was so good. It was too good. I tasted the forbidden fruit and the fact that my hearing was gone honestly didn’t matter. Couldn’t Bear understand that?
What the hell is he saying?
It took all my concentration to read his lips—Bear was asking if I was okay. Okay?Okay?I was enjoying the impact, words couldn’t describe that. I made some kind of sound—no idea what it was—and suddenly we were in our bedroom.
Hisbedroom.
Something cold touched me—Bear with a washcloth, cleaning me up, his voice fading in.
