Page 66 of Fake Fae-Ancée

"So, you want to practice?" I heard myself say. My voice was gravelly in my throat. Her eyes grew wide.

"What! Now?"

"You said it was important."

I leaned in, Bear close to the surface now, bristling with want for her. Suddenly, the most important thing in the universe was to feel her lips on mine again, even if it was a sham. If a sham was all I could get, I would take it. I would take anything Kayleen McKenn would offer me.

She sank into the cushions as I leaned in.

"I’m not mentally prepared for this…" she muttered, her eyes darting left and right as if looking for an exit. But it was too late, I had her trapped.

"No need to,“ I said in that guttural rumble that was closer to Bear than my own voice. "Or was it ever bad?"

She looked up as I came closer like drawn from a current.

"I don’t remember," she whispered.

"I think you remember very well."

I certainly did. I remembered everything. I remembered savage, urgent kisses as we made out on the sofa in the rec. I remembered tumbling into a deserted storage room behind the kitchens, drunk with desire, our mouths molded together, taking each other's breath away…

She shook her head, repeating, "I don’t remember…"

Eyes cloudy, she pulled me in, that small, light touch of her hand on my jaw. She lured me in. Connecting my lips to hers.

There was a beat where she just stared back at me, eyes wide, tense. Her face pressing against mine, her mouth a wall of resistance — and then it was gone. And open. And soft. And a moan escaped her, eyelids fluttering shut as she melted against me.

Bear growled, rushing forward. Annihilating the assumption that Kai and I needed any kind of practice kissing. One hand grabbing her neck I pulled her close until she was straddling me, her mouth on mine hungry and warm, and I brushed my tongue against hers, eliciting another of her moans. I sank into the backrest, she was over me, strands of black hair brushing my face, and Bear growled again, louder this time.

Wanting her closer.

So muchcloser.

"Yuri…" No more resistance was left in her voice, neither in her body that was nestling flush against me, or her hands now on my chest, fisting my shirt, searching for skin.

She felt good in my grip. As if she had never been away. My hands held her ribcage, encompassing her almost completely. Her heart was hammering somewhere underneath, jackrabbit fast, resonating to my touch.

More.

Closer.

She slid deeper into my lap, pressing against the hard ridge there...

Wait, wait, wait! Practice kiss! Slow down! Stand back command! That was not what she had suggested and not what...

"Yuri..."

My name dripped from her mouth like kerosene into the flame. Growling, I grabbed her thigh, delved deeper into our kiss and she ground against me, whimpering into our sealed lips.

My thumb squeezed into her breast, into the softness beneath the fabric, a hard pebble bracing against my fingertip. She whimpered some more.

Oh, yeah. Bear wanted it all.

This is not a drill.

"Please," her lips brushed mine. "I need..."

I wrenched myself from her, just millimeters that required all my strength, breathing hard. She blinked at me, eyes foggy. The magnetic pull between us almost unbearable.

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