Bear to the End (Bear Claw Security Book 5) by Terry Bolryder

up at her, still fighting vainly to focus on dinner and failing. “Damn,” he said quietly.
    “What if I don’t want to go slow?” she gasped out.
    His jaw went slack and then taut. He ran a hand through his hair. She nearly lunged at him just then, to tackle him so she could be the one to do it.
    She wanted to be the one touching him. Owning him. Making him look only at her as she took him deep inside her.
    He coughed. “I… um… Are you sure?”
    She nodded.
    “I don’t know if we should—”
    She grabbed him by the shirt collar and yanked him forward, kissing him senseless as her tongue swept into his mouth, demanding and harsh. His hands gently came up to her shoulders and pushed her back.
    She growled, still hungry for him. She wasn’t rushing things. She wasn’t being stupid. She was a grown woman, and she knew what she wanted.
    She sent him an intent, angry glare of challenge, and he put up his hands.
    “I get it. I get it,” he said with a laugh, standing and scooping her into his arms to walk toward her bedroom. “Who am I to piss off a she-bear?”
    She felt her body practically purr at the acknowledgment she was going to get what she wanted.
    “But just promise me if you’re ever uncomfortable, if you’re ever worried, you’ll let me know,” he said.
    She nodded.
    “All right, then. Let’s go,” he said.
    A little tingle ran over her spine.

Seven
    M ark looked down at his mate, unable to believe how content and happy she looked in his arms.
    She was practically purring as he carried her into the bedroom and set her on the mattress.
    She started pulling off her black jacket to reveal a white blouse underneath. Her breasts pushed at the buttons, and he longed to free them.
    He knew this was fast. He hadn’t planned on doing this yet, but it felt right. Plus, if it was what his mate wanted, it was basically impossible to say no.
    She was fully lucid. In fact, there was a strength there, a determination that made him proud of her. He sensed this moment was important for her, and he fully intended to make it as wonderful as possible.
    Her kiss had been wild and innocent and passionate, and he couldn’t wait to give her one back. Soft and slow and building. He crawled over her on the small bed and set his lips over hers, pushing her back into the cushions with his weight.
    She let out a little moan that lit the fire in him, and he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and letting their tongues meld. She was desperate, but he calmed her, putting a hand up to her head and swirling his tongue to lead her in a slow, erotic dance as her body squirmed against him.
    He could scent her. Her wetness, her arousal. He’d been scenting it since they’d been eating, and it had nearly torn him apart not to do anything about it.
    But after all the control that had been taken from her, he refused to contribute to that.
    When he pulled back from the kiss, she looked over at the small bedroom window, breathing heavily. “It’s nice kissing to the rain,” she said breathlessly.
    It was nice kissing her , period. “Yeah, it is.”
    “You’re a good kisser,” she said. “I don’t remember it feeling like that before.”
    Damn straight . No one else should be able to kiss his mate like he could. He came down and took her lips again with a gentle but urgent pressure, increasing the heat between them, pulling back and then meeting her lips again, each time another soft promise.
    She moaned against him, and her arms came up to wrap around his body.
    He pulled back again and looked down at her beautifully swollen red lips, her pretty face, her wild hair in tendrils on the pillow. “What do you want next? I want you to do whatever you want.”
    She sighed, reaching up to touch his face. She ran a finger along his jaw as if she were studying the shape of it, and he suppressed a small shudder at how good his mate’s touch felt. “I don’t even know. I want everything. I feel like I’ve been starving and