His expression shifts. Hope. Hunger. Desperate, barely contained need.
“Say it again.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I lean into his touch, letting him see everything I’m feeling. “I want you, Tolin. All of you. The man and the bear. Whatever comes with that, I want it.”
He moves so fast I don’t have time to react.
One second I’m kneeling between his thighs, the next I’m in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that steals all the air from my lungs.
He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m oxygen. Like he’s been starving for years and I’m the first meal he’s seen. His hands are everywhere, in my hair, down my back, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I moan into his mouth and he swallows the sound, histongue sliding against mine, hot and demanding. The blanket has fallen away and I can feel him now, hard and thick against my center, nothing but my clothes in the way.
“Too many layers,” he growls against my lips. “Need to feel you.”
His hands find the hem of my sweater and yank it over my head. The cold air hits my skin for a second before his hands are there, warm and rough, palming my breasts through my bra.
“Fuck.” He pulls back to look at me, his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
No one’s ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now. Like I’m a goddess. Like every curve, every roll, every inch of my thick body is exactly what he wants.
“These.” He runs his fingers along the edge of my bra, tracing the swell of my breasts. “I’ve been dreaming about these since the first day. Watching you clean my cabin, bending over, your tits almost spilling out of your shirt.” He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with one hand, letting it fall away. “Even better than I imagined.”
He buries his face between my breasts, kissing and licking the soft skin, his beard scratching in a way that makes me shiver. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Sensitive,” he murmurs against my skin, and I can feel him smile. “Good to know.”
He switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand works the first one, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I’m squirming in his lap, grinding against him without meaning to, desperate for friction.
“Tolin.” His name comes out like a plea. “Please.”
“Please what?” He looks up at me, his eyes dark with want. “Tell me what you need, Imani.”
“I need... I need more. I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
He grins, slow and wicked, and slides his hand down my stomach to the waistband of my pants. “These need to go.”
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, settling me on the rug. Then he’s pulling off my pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving me naked, the fire warming my skin.
He sits back on his heels and just looks at me. His eyes travel from my face to my breasts to my stomach to the thatch of curls between my thighs. I fight the urge to cover myself.
“Don’t,” he says, like he can read my mind. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.” He runs his hands up my thighs, spreading them gently. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”
He settles between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing them wider. I can feel his breath on my pussy, hot and damp, and I’m already so wet I’m embarrassed.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “About tasting you. About making you come on my tongue.” Another kiss, higher this time. “I barely slept last night, thinking about it.”
“Tolin...”
“Shh.” He nuzzles against my center, breathing me in. “Let me take care of you.”
The first stroke of his tongue makes my whole body arch off the floor.
He licks me slow and thorough, exploring every fold, every crease, like he’s memorizing the taste of me. When hefinds my clit, he circles it gently, teasing, making me whimper and buck against his face.
