A Burn To Bear (Fire Bear Shifters Book 3) by Sloane Meyers Page A

finger inside of her in tantalizing little circles, he slid his tongue back into her mouth and resumed his deep earnest kiss. River could feel the pressure building between her legs, and she tried to hold back the waves that were threatening to crash through her. It only took about thirty seconds for her to lose that fight, though. The orgasm hit her hard and fast, and her inner muscles violently clenched around Luke’s finger, as if they were trying to show him the depth of the pleasure he had generated within her. River leaned back against the front door, arching her body against Luke’s hand and screaming out. Her neighbors could probably hear her loud, ecstatic moans, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was how warm she felt. Luke’s presence and touch fired her up like nothing ever had before.
    The orgasm slowly subsided, and River slid her arms around Luke, panting as she rested her naked body against his. She could feel his erection, still strong and solid, pushing against her stomach. She looked up at him, a little embarrassed that she had come so quickly.
    “That was incredible,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
    “It was just the beginning,” Luke said, and he grabbed her hand to pull her toward the bedroom. River whimpered in anticipation and let herself be dragged into the small room. Neither one of them bothered to hit the light switch, but some light drifted in from the living room and illuminated the bedroom with a soft, romantic glow. Books were piled on River’s bed, and she pushed them away and onto the floor as she and Luke fell across the bed. The sound of the rain outside intensified again, but River hardly noticed. All she could think about at the moment was Luke’s sculpted body hovering over hers. Flat on her back, she looked up at him as he gazed adoringly down at her. His hands were each on either side of her shoulder, and his legs held his dick up just above her.
    “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hungry. River nodded, and Luke slowly, gently lowered himself into her. He slid up and down in a soft rhythm, and River closed her eyes again, concentrating on the feeling of his warm, hard penis as it filled her completely. He gradually picked up speed, and the heat and pressure started to become unbearable again. She heard him moaning as his thrusts became more urgent, and the bed started rocking as his force increased. The springs squeaked and the headboard banged against the wall repeatedly, and it occurred to River that her apartment had never sounded quite so wonderful.
    This time, she didn’t even try to hold back as she felt the pressure growing to a breaking point. She let the rush of tingling heat sweep over her, crying out as her muscles quivered over and over in response to Luke’s thrusting. As soon as Luke heard River finding her release, he found his. He stiffened, and let out a fearsome roar as his body shot a warm, hot stream into River. River opened her eyes to watch him as his muscles clenched and then relaxed, spent from the effort of making love to her.
    After a few moments of panting recovery, he gently eased himself out of River and settled onto the bed next to her. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers. They both lay there for a long time, listening to the rain beating against the windows.
    River had never before felt quite like she did right now. The spasms of her orgasm had faded off, but the warm glow remained. She wasn’t sure quite how to explain it, but she felt connected to Luke on some deeper level. The feeling wasn’t just physical or emotional, it was almost spiritual. She was just about to comment on it to Luke when he sat up abruptly and interrupted her thoughts.
    “Hey, I think someone promised me pie if I came over,” he said, crossing his arms in mock anger.
    River grinned and sat up as well. Her hair had finally come completely loose from the bun it had been in, and tangled waves of dark brown