Page 119 of Bears Behaving Badly
Oooh, I’m a hon.“That’s just ignorant. You’ve got no way of telling how I feel, and you certainly can’t make a comparative analysis.”
“I stand corrected.” He smooched the tip of her nose, and when he started to pull back, she cupped the back of his neck and wriggled forward, pressing a deeper kiss to his sleep-softened mouth. He let out a pleased hum and lazily kissed her back. When they broke for air, he added, “Sorry ’bout the morning breath.”
“Unless we slept over sixteen hours, it’s not morning breath. And you didn’t care at Jenn’s house.”
“Nope.” He smiled at her. “Sure didn’t.”
She slipped her hand under his T-shirt and ran her finger in a line parallel to the waistband of his jeans, and he shivered, his taut stomach pulling back as he involuntarily tried to escape the sensation. He made a noise, some noise…
“Did you just giggle?”
“Real men don’t giggle,” he said with a straight face, then sabotaged himself with another giggle.
He made a decidedlymasculinenoise and caught her fingers. “Agh. Don’t tell anyone I’m ticklish.”
“Your shameful disgusting secret is safe with… Yeek!” His fingers trailed higher, skimmed her belly, over her ribs, then hovered just beneath her breasts. “Don’t be alarmed, but I didn’t bother with a bra.”
“Thatisalarming,” he agreed, and gently stroked the sensitive underside of her breasts. “Appreciate the warning… Oh, oh, oh God.”
She’d unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand in, then paused. “Okay?”
He hesitated, not moving away or buttoning up, but not encouraging her, either. “We shouldn’t.”
“It’s not about ‘should,’ though. Can we?”
“I think it’s too soon for you,” he said gently, moving his hands to the more neutral territory of her waist.
“Not your call, David. Well, it is if… This isn’t more of your we-won’t-date nonsense, is it?”
“No, it’s multiple-gunshot-wounds-less-than-a-week-ago nonsense.”
“I’m a fast healer. Half the bandages are off already. Want to help me with the other half?”
He laughed. “If you were trying to make that sound seductive, it only worked a little. ‘Oooh, now that we’ve put down a fresh dressing, you have to keep the wound clean and dry, baby…’”
“Fine, you can help me with my shirt, pants, and panties, then. I’m keeping my socks on. Chilly in here.”
“You’re half-polarwere but you won’t give up your socks? And, again, if you’re trying to make that sound seduc… Oh.” She was busily unbuttoning her blouse… Bless Nadia for bringing button-downs and easy-on, easy-off pants to the hospital. And her ‘Fuck off, I’m reading’ socks. “Oh, Christ, your breasts are beautiful.” His hands cupped, caressed. “Perfect.”
“Wait until you see my dimples of Venus and extra-long pinkie toe.” She helped him ease his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “Don’t worry. We’re going to have slow, careful, invalid sex.”
“It’s crazy that I think that’s hot.”
“My kind of crazy, though.”
It seemed to take forever until they’d divested each other of too many clothes, and Annette knew she would have felt that way even if they were in perfect health. They weren’t, but David’s contusions and bruises were lighting up her neurons like the Fourth of July, working on her like a hormone shot. It was primitive
(he got those protecting cubs and protecting me; he would’ve fought ’til he dropped)
but undeniable. “Some of these are turning a gorgeous shade of orange-yellow,” she murmured, tracing the one over his hip.
“I love that you think sickly yellowy-orange is attractive.” He dipped his head and kissed her throat, her collarbone, wiggled lower and licked her nipples until they were stiff, then rubbed his stubbled cheek across them.
“GoodGod!” she gasped. “I had no idea nerves from my nipples were connected to my…other places.”
“It’s good that we’re learning new things,” he told her solemnly, then giggled when she poked his stomach, which he cut off as he realized she was working her hand lower. His cock, jutting out from a thatch of neatly trimmed dark-brown pubic hair, was thick and hot, slapping his stomach and leaving wet dabs of pre-ejaculate on his skin, and filled her hand nicely. She squeezed gently and smiled when he groaned.
“Ummm,” she said. “I like this.”
