Page 10 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 1
A voice inside my head warned me to take a deep breath and push him away, but my heart was pounding away with excitement. I froze like a deer caught in headlights.
He stepped closer until we were inches from each other. He was a full head taller than me as he stared down into my upturned face. His gaze locked on mine.
“Trinity.” He breathed my name like a prayer.
Lost in a sudden wave of arousal, I rose onto my toes and pressed my lips against his soft, warm lips. The kiss deepened quickly, and I imagined I heard him grumble as he folded his arms around me.
I was on fire with a need I’d never felt before. It threw me, but I didn’t stop to analyze it.
Josh’s hand inched down to grip my hip as he ground his lower half against mine. I felt his bulge against my stomach as I deepened our kiss.
This was insane.
The searing heat running through my body and the unexplainable impulse to be one with this man was utterly consuming.
When he kissed his way down my neck, I experienced a brief bit of lucidity.
“Stop,” I hissed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this,” I murmured. “You’re a client.”
“So?” His hold tightened.
“So let me the fuck go,” I demanded.
He nodded before letting go of me and backing away. My knees almost buckled when another wave of need rushed through my body. Dismissing it, I hurried away.
Chapter 10
Fergus
From a distance,we watched Price and the human kissing. I clenched my fists hard, and Cutter whistled.
“Damn, Fergus. She looks like a good fucking kisser. If she survives this, I might have to test her out myself.”
I smacked Cutter upside the head. “Stop eye-fucking her, you pervert. We’re here to watch Price and his group, not the woman making out with him.”
I didn’t mention that the second I’d seen them kissing, something black, vile, and vicious reared up inside my head.
Jealousy.
My gut ached as if someone had been kicking it repeatedly.
What the fuck?
This woman meant nothing to me, yet I felt the urge to break cover and rush over to them to smash in Price’s fucking teeth.
Grant smirked.
Cutter rubbed the back of his head. “Fine, she’s off-limits. So when are we making our move?”
“We have visual confirmation, but you know the rules,” I responded.
“Your rules or their rules?” Cutter asked with a lifted eyebrow.
“Mine, you moron. I won’t go in until we know for sure she’s a member of his pack.”
