Page 210 of Call the Shots
“We’re going to bed?—”
“I need it,” he urged, eyes on my lips. “Please.”
Fuck.I breathed in slowly before offering the only solution I could think of. “Slow.”
“Slow,” he agreed. “Slow.”
Bear dipped down, cradling my face in his hands, kissing me again. His lips moved against mine, unhurried, taking his time. This was different. A fire spread through my body, burning me from the inside out with each lingering kiss. He took a struggling breath before kissing me again. It was supposed to be one kiss. Wasn’t it? I couldn’t remember.
I had to break free to breathe. “Does it hurt?”
“Make me feel better,” he muttered. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
His cock nudged me, his hard-on impossible to ignore, slick against me in the shower. I panted. “Blowjob in the bedroom?—”
“I want inside you.”
“Cowgirl then, I’ll avoid the bruises.”
“I want to kiss.”
“Broken nose means no kisses during sex.”
“I’m the one with the broken nose, I get to decide.” Bear slipped his hands under my ass to hoist me up against the wall. “I want more. I want all of you.”
I locked my arms around his neck for something to hold on to. I meant to convince him to put me down, but he was too persuasive. With each deepened kiss, I melted more and more.
“You should be grateful I don’t tie you up and fuck you for the rest of the summer.” He bit my lip, his cock pulsing between us, insistent for my attention. “So fucking grateful I let you put a leash on me.”
Blood pounded in my ears. “That’s such bullshit.”
Bear’s eyes flashed open.
“Like you don’t love your leash,” I whispered, stroking his hair. “Like you don’t love being owned.”
His breathing turned ragged as he pushed me against the shower, reminding me who was bigger, who had the power, but I could feel how much he throbbed for me. I could see him hanging on to every word, waiting for me to continue.
“I own you,” I reminded him, my voice husky. “You belong to me.”
Bear cut me off with a hard kiss. He flinched into it but refused to break away, holding me up to push his cock inside. There was no pause. Bear kept kissing me, thrusting me into the shower wall, fucking me harder than I’d ever been before.
“Tell me you love me,” he cursed.
“I love you, I love you, I-love-you,” I choked out, stringing the words together until they didn’t make sense. It was somuch,so overwhelming getting poundedinto,and I dug my fingernails into his back with the orgasm.
Bear unraveled, spilling into me with wild curses, my name mixed in like he was holding on to it as tightly as I held on to him.
His body trembled against mine until he stilled, finally finished.
But I knew he wasn’t really done.
I started to think of it as him ‘settling.’ After sex, he was all-touch, rubbing his cheek against mine, digging his fingers into my hips, touching me, always touching me. Even when he set me down, his lips found my neck and he bit me, holding me still while he put his hands where he wanted to.
It was part of his routine. He wanted to stay in the moment together.
We didn’t have anywhere to be, so I didn’t rush him. I let Bear take all the time he needed before he helped me out of the shower, my legs wobbly. He whispered ‘I love you’s while he dried me off, pulling one of his shirts over my head.
I relaxed on his—our—bed and Bear returned with painkillers for the both of us. The second I was done taking a swig from his water bottle, he slid me across the bed, pulling me towards him.
