Bear The Flame (Firebear Brides 2) by Anya Nowlan Page A

have to mull it over and really look at both sides—the emotional side of her wanted nothing more than to stay with Redmond forever, and the logical side told her that this was insane and she couldn’t be so into a man she barely knew.
    The truth had to be somewhere between those two, but she wasn’t exactly sure yet how she would make certain what the best option would be for everyone involved. Rose didn’t ask why Redmond had no doubts about them anymore, she didn’t dare to, but it weighed on her mind heavily.
    It was only when he kissed her firmly on the lips, hushing her logical side completely, that she let go of the queries and focused on the moment like she should have from the beginning.
 

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Rose
     
    “Redmond,” she whispered as he reached behind her and grabbed her ass with two hands, squeezing and kneading.
    “Shh, I said no words now,” Redmond teased, nipping at her lower lip.
    That was hard to argue with. The water steamed around them, fogging up the surfaces in the small bathroom, but nothing felt as hot as being against his unyielding, carved body. She let her hands slink down his chest and to his abs, allowing her fingertips to trace the lines of the muscles there. He had an eight pack, which she thought was completely ridiculous. Who has that?!
    A werebear firefighter, of course.
    Her breath grew sharper as Redmond’s hand reached underneath her, the soft pads of his fingers parting her folds and taunting her with their closeness. She rubbed against them, grinding up his thighs, the sensation of getting to touch and experience him driving her out of her mind as quickly as she’d hoped it would. Biting her lip, she held back the begging and pleading that were growing in the back of her mind, and let Redmond take control.
    With one hand on her long blond hair, he tugged her head back to expose her long neck. She whimpered as he roughly kissed the sensitive skin, almost biting his way down and leaving a few small love marks on the way. But he didn’t stop there. Raising her up by the hips, he went lower, and Rose refused to stifle the groan that came to her when his lips locked around her taut, pink nipples. His tongue swirled around them, tormenting her unrelentingly as she squirmed against him.
    Her hands grabbed for his cock, and she started to stroke it with growing urgency. He had been half-hard since she got in the bathtub with him, but the first touches of her hands made his cock rigidly stand up like a pylon made of steel. Her fingertips fluttered over the head, catching the exact moment when a small dab of pre-cum bubbled up the slit. When she spread it with her thumb, the silky softness remaining only for a second before the water washed it away, a deep growl emanated in the back of Redmond’s throat.
    It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
    He tugged her up by the hips, but she didn’t fight it for a second. Her hands released him and grabbed at his hair instead, coiling into the long blond locks and tugging on them desperately as he positioned her over his cock. She wanted nothing more than to just sink down on it, but Redmond wouldn’t let her call any of the shots. It was insanely frustrating and so good at the same time.
    Rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock, she whined in his arms until he finally relented with a sly grin. When he pumped into her, he filled her almost completely up within the first thrust. Rose squealed, moaning into his shoulder as he pulled back and pumped up again, the water splashing on the tiled floor by the bucketful now.
    “Oh my God, Redmond,” she mewled, unable to keep the words back any longer.
    “That’s right, baby,” he said, chuckling through gritted teeth. “If you stay with me, this will be waiting for you every goddamn day,” he growled, dark and promising.
    Rose clung to him, grinding against him in beat with his strokes. The steam and heat on their skin created dapples of water, and she loved watching