Her Bah Humbug Bear (A BBW Paranormal Holiday Romance) by Marie Mason Page A

brushed through the curls she’d left on top of her mound, twirling them, playing with them. She could tell they were soaked with her juices and she almost winced in embarrassment. Was this normal? Or was it the floodgate of twenty-some years of desire and lust bursting forth?
    One long, thick finger slid between the lips of her pussy and suddenly she didn’t care why she was so wet with longing. Just that she was. His finger slid, smooth as glass along her flesh, parting her, giving her the first touch of a man who she knew truly wanted her. Would bring her pleasure beyond imagining.
    “Oh, Mercy, what am I going to do?” The words were breathed in a deep, low rumble against her throat as he touched her, stroking through her folds, getting ever closer to the bundle of nerves at the top of her center.
    “I have a few suggestions,” she said, reluctantly letting go of his cock to grab his wrist and bring his touch to where she needed it so damn badly.
    He made a sound between a laugh and a groan as he allowed her to manipulate his touch on her body. She sighed in pleasure as the tip of his finger ran across her clit. The pressure was light, not giving her nearly what she needed, but still it was a start. She tried to press his hand tighter against her body, but she couldn’t budge his arm.
    “Dirk, please.” She whimpered as both her hands encircled his wrist.
    He raised his head and looked into her eyes. His were darker than she’d ever seen them, so intense. But they held a look of such contentment it made her grow still. Yeah, not exactly the look a woman was going for when she was in the arms of a man, but somehow it made her feel so sexy. As if she was giving him exactly what he wanted. What he needed.
    “I know what you need.”
    You.
    The word flittered through her head even as he was picking her up and placing her on the bed, pressing his body against hers. Then he was kissing her again as if he hadn’t kissed a woman in a long time. As if he had years of wanting and needing locked up inside him, waiting for release.
    Resting his weight on one arm, his hand burned teasing circles on her abdomen and she moved involuntarily, seeking his touch. Again. She cried out when he moved his hand to trail a tantalizing line up the velvety skin of her inner thigh. He stroked her again, this time, lowering his head to take a hard nipple in his mouth. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him close, moaning with pleasure as his fingers found her folds just as he bit down on her nipple.
    Mercy felt his tremble as his hands explored her. His movements were strong and sure, almost rough, but she loved it. When his passion rose, she felt a strange connection to him, something calling to her from deep inside him. Was that his bear she wondered briefly before his mouth on her stomach distracted her.
    For a moment she tensed. What woman wouldn’t have. A toned, athletic body she did not have. She was fluffy. Curvy. Soft. Then, common sense took hold. It didn’t matter. Dirk was with her at this moment, loving her like no tomorrow. She mentally pushed away all the negative thoughts she’d ever had about her body, imagining herself standing on the edge of a volcano and throwing them inside.
    Oh, wait, the heat wasn’t coming from her imagination, but the big bear shifter moving slowly down her body. Right now, his nose was nuzzling the curls on her mound.
    “Dirk!” She was excited and frightened all at the same time.
    “I love it when you scream my name.” he looked up at her, grinned, and for a moment she wondered how she could have ever considered him a grumpy bear. Right now, he was anything but.
    He was virile, exciting, mysterious.
    And about to go down on her.
    His large hands spread across the tops of her thighs. “Just relax, Mercy.”
    She closed her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. She felt him grip her knees, pushing her knees up and out, exposing her to his eyes. She wasn’t prepared for the