Bearing it for the Outlaw by Jenika Snow

undone and the zipper moved down halfway before he reached between their bodies and placed his hand on top of hers, stopping her from going any further.
    “I want to touch you, Drevin.” She was being bolder than she’d ever been in her life. The fact he stopped her had her feeling a twinge of disappointment, though, like maybe she was really pushing the boundaries here, even if he clearly wanted more.
    Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed out hard and closed his eyes.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, baby, of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” He opened his eyes and looked into hers. “But I am afraid if I take you right here I won’t be able to control my bear. It wants out, Allie. It wants to be with you, sample you, and I can’t risk not being able to have total domination over my beast.”
    “I know this is fast, but I trust you, Drevin.” And she did.
    “It makes me so happy to hear you say that, because you can trust me. I’d kill anyone that betrayed your trust.” He breathed out heavily. “As much as I want to be buried so deeply inside of you that I can’t see straight, I can’t do this here. I want to do this right with you. You’re not club pussy, baby. Believe me when I say I want you, Allie. I want you so fucking bad.” To emphasize his point he took his hand that still covered hers and moved it lower so her palm rested over his erection. Even through his jeans his size was noticeable—huge, thick, and long.
    “God, I want that, too, Drevin. I want you, too.”
    He groaned. “I’m just not going to take you on the ground in the middle of nowhere. I want you naked on my bed, spread for me, and dripping wet for my cock.” He pressed his lips against hers, and she felt his erection jerk behind his jeans. Her heart pounded fast and hard, and although she wanted this right now he was right. She certainly didn’t want to be with him for the first time in the dirt, even if the wild, untamed thought of that made her wet.
    He pushed back and adjusted her clothing before standing and helping her to do the same. He pulled her forward, wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her head on his chest. The steady thump-thump of his heart had her arousal taking a backseat as contentment surrounded them. Here she was, feeling like this, so calm, collected, and comfortable, with a man she didn’t know much about. His shirtsleeves were rolled up a bit, and she saw the tattoos lining his tanned flesh. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair on his forearms, but his ink was far more pronounced. Lifting her hand, she started to trace one of his tattoos.
    “I want to show you what I originally brought you up here for … before I couldn’t stop myself from touching you,” he said and smiled down at her. He cupped each side of her face, and although he seemed calm right now, in control, she could see he wasn’t. His incisors were still elongated, and his pupils were still dilated. But he was good at keeping his cool.
    A small part of her right now wanted him to show her what it was like … to shift into his bear. She wanted to see it, wanted to see the animal he housed. Maybe one day she’d have the nerve to ask him.
    He led her over to the edge of the cliff, and although she was nervous because heights weren’t a favorite of hers, there was a large line of boulders on the ledge, and she had Drevin by her side. She turned her head and looked at him, looked at his profile to see that this male was surprising everything inside of her. He hadn’t shunned her for her past life choices, didn’t even look at her like she was scum because she’d been a drug addict. His life hadn’t been all flowers and candy either, and knowing that this male accepted her for how and who she was, made her feel … whole.
    They stopped at the edge, and she tightened her hand on his as she leaned over slightly and took in the sight. Drevin moved up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and