turned off the shower, wishing his erection would go down before he had to step out. He didn’t want to make things awkward. He was happy for her to watch him. Happy to please her. But he also wanted to wait. To make sure when something happened, it happened because she wanted him forever. Not just for a moment.
He started to step out of the shower and grinned when he heard the door shut and a muffled squeak as she escaped. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and snatched another to run over his hair, leaving it damp. When he was mostly dry, he opened the door and peeked out, seeing if she was visible.
The scent of her filled the room, and he looked up to see her lying on her side on the bed, wearing only a nightgown and looking up at him with pure lust in her eyes.
A look he’d seen her wear so often, one that always preceded him taking her to heights of never before experienced ecstasy.
Perhaps some things really were the same after all.
She wanted him.
He walked to the bed, and she got on her knees to meet him. Overwhelmed by her scent, by the call of his bear and the silence of the mountains around him, he took her face in both hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as her body rocked against him. Soft, familiar curves. He wrapped his arms around her and sank his head into the crook of her neck. She gasped when he breathed against her, accidentally stimulating the sensitive skin.
Damn, he loved that he still had that effect on her.
A lifetime of fighting was worth even one moment of this with her. Loving her. Staying with her.
Her body was different than it had been at eighteen or twenty-one or twenty-five. It was womanly, soft, heavenly. He was bigger than he’d been, more filled out, more masculine. She felt tiny compared to him, but it didn’t matter, because he knew he’d always protect her.
In fact, he’d always liked that she was small. It meant he could pin her and pleasure her and make love to her up against a wall while holding under her thighs.
Well, she might not have been small to other men, but even with her considerable (and luscious) curves, she was tiny to him.
Damn, he could think of all the ways he wanted to do her. In the shower, up against the wall. When he’d been home the few times he was on leave, there had never been time for much. And he’d always wanted to be respectful. Sometimes just cuddling was enough, just holding her and talking to her and getting to know her all over again.
Even though each time had been like coming home.
She groaned as he softly bit the skin of her shoulder, licking it as he released it before moving down her arm to bring her hand to his mouth. He sucked slowly on the tip of her pinky, watching her gray-blue eyes go dark with lust as he flicked his tongue over the tip.
He knew where else he wanted his mouth. He reached around her, supporting her lower back, and she arched, presenting her chest to him. He pressed a kiss at the base of her neck and then between her breasts, just teasing lightly, not going too far.
He’d give her a little something in payback for watching him in the shower. Just enough to remind both of them how magical they could be together.
His mouth found her nipple just as his hand found her clit, and he rubbed softly in time with each stroke of his tongue. He treasured the increase in her breathing, the rising pressure in her body, the little gasps she emitted as her hands found his hair and twisted in.
The scream she let out as she came, quickly, because he knew exactly where and how she liked to be touched. He didn’t let up, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss as his hand stroked harder, faster, dipping inside her where it was wet and hot and then sliding back up to rub over the swollen nub begging for his touch.
She moaned and thrust against him, and he supported her fully as she arched back in pleasure and his mouth found her other breast, teasing it until she found
He started to step out of the shower and grinned when he heard the door shut and a muffled squeak as she escaped. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and snatched another to run over his hair, leaving it damp. When he was mostly dry, he opened the door and peeked out, seeing if she was visible.
The scent of her filled the room, and he looked up to see her lying on her side on the bed, wearing only a nightgown and looking up at him with pure lust in her eyes.
A look he’d seen her wear so often, one that always preceded him taking her to heights of never before experienced ecstasy.
Perhaps some things really were the same after all.
She wanted him.
He walked to the bed, and she got on her knees to meet him. Overwhelmed by her scent, by the call of his bear and the silence of the mountains around him, he took her face in both hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as her body rocked against him. Soft, familiar curves. He wrapped his arms around her and sank his head into the crook of her neck. She gasped when he breathed against her, accidentally stimulating the sensitive skin.
Damn, he loved that he still had that effect on her.
A lifetime of fighting was worth even one moment of this with her. Loving her. Staying with her.
Her body was different than it had been at eighteen or twenty-one or twenty-five. It was womanly, soft, heavenly. He was bigger than he’d been, more filled out, more masculine. She felt tiny compared to him, but it didn’t matter, because he knew he’d always protect her.
In fact, he’d always liked that she was small. It meant he could pin her and pleasure her and make love to her up against a wall while holding under her thighs.
Well, she might not have been small to other men, but even with her considerable (and luscious) curves, she was tiny to him.
Damn, he could think of all the ways he wanted to do her. In the shower, up against the wall. When he’d been home the few times he was on leave, there had never been time for much. And he’d always wanted to be respectful. Sometimes just cuddling was enough, just holding her and talking to her and getting to know her all over again.
Even though each time had been like coming home.
She groaned as he softly bit the skin of her shoulder, licking it as he released it before moving down her arm to bring her hand to his mouth. He sucked slowly on the tip of her pinky, watching her gray-blue eyes go dark with lust as he flicked his tongue over the tip.
He knew where else he wanted his mouth. He reached around her, supporting her lower back, and she arched, presenting her chest to him. He pressed a kiss at the base of her neck and then between her breasts, just teasing lightly, not going too far.
He’d give her a little something in payback for watching him in the shower. Just enough to remind both of them how magical they could be together.
His mouth found her nipple just as his hand found her clit, and he rubbed softly in time with each stroke of his tongue. He treasured the increase in her breathing, the rising pressure in her body, the little gasps she emitted as her hands found his hair and twisted in.
The scream she let out as she came, quickly, because he knew exactly where and how she liked to be touched. He didn’t let up, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss as his hand stroked harder, faster, dipping inside her where it was wet and hot and then sliding back up to rub over the swollen nub begging for his touch.
She moaned and thrust against him, and he supported her fully as she arched back in pleasure and his mouth found her other breast, teasing it until she found
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