“Mmm.” The sound that rattled from his chest sounded like a purr. He slipped his palm between her bare legs and pushed a finger inside of her. “You didn’t want me to stop, did you?”
“No,” she admitted breathlessly. Oh hell this already felt so good.
She rolled her hips with the pace he set with his finger. When he added the second finger, his lips found hers again, and he eased her backward.
Slowly, he pulled out of her and turned her slowly at the same spot on the counter he’d settled her earlier.
Excitement rushed through her as she locked her arms on the countertop again and bent over for him, arching her back.
With his cock in his hand, he guided himself into her by an inch. Then two. Pulled out completely and gripped her hips as he slid into her slowly. Her body tensed at his size, but relaxed as she realized she was ready for him.
She moaned and arched harder for him as he pushed into her, and pulled back, in, back. Slow. Smooth. His fingertips were gentle in her hair, then rough as he grabbed her tresses with the perfect amount of firmness.
Dominant bear shifter. Powerful man. His grip on her waist was strong as he guided her back against him time and time again.
He kept them slow, and it was beautiful torture. She’d thought she wanted hard and fast, but this was even better somehow. It was delicious punishment for her attitude.
She lost herself in this moment. Lost herself in him. She closed her eyes and gave herself to all of her senses. His touch on her skin turned to fire. His quickened breath near her ear excited her. Her body was so close, clenching already, seeking more.
He pumped into her harder, deeper, faster. Faster. Faster. A feral snarl ripped from him as he clutched onto her tightly and stayed deep inside of her. His cock pulsed inside of her, and she cried out with how good it felt. Her body responded, and her orgasm ripped through her. He slammed into her now slower, easing every pulse of pleasure from them both.
He sagged heavily against her back, his lips brushing the back of her hair. She turned her cheek so he could lay a kiss there too, and smiled, her eyes still closed.
She loved everything about this.
When he eased out of her, she sank back against him bonelessly, and he caught her. Cam folded her into his arms, then carried her up the stairs to his bed.
She sat there, legs crossed, surrounded by his satin sheets as he dug an oversized T-shirt from the middle drawer of his dresser. He pulled it over her shoulders, and tucked her in, then lifted her hand and did something so sweet…so tender. He dragged his glowing gold eyes up to meet hers as he pressed the gentlest kiss against her knuckles.
And then he locked his arms on the bed and leaned in, kissed her lips, and told her to, “Stay right there. I’m bringing you food.”
And he did. They had a little picnic on his bed. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while he told her easy stories about the last ATV tour he did today, and the funny things one of the older ladies said on it.
Moira couldn’t take her eyes from him. His smile was so easy, and time and time again, he looked at her like she was worth a damn, and oh she liked existing here in this moment—where to someone, she was worth a damn.
What an addictive creature Cam was.
She’d meant to come here and seduce a man she would never see again, but now?
Now she was dreading the goodbye.
Chapter Seven
Moira was really doing this.
She’d really let Cam convince her to go to his nephew’s hockey game, like they were some normal couple celebrating Valentine’s Day.
“You ready?” he asked.
“To meet your sister? No. I don’t know if you have been paying attention, but I’m not much of a people person. More of a plant person. An inanimate object person, etcetera and so on.”
He chuckled and told her, “Wait there.”
“Why?” she asked as she watched him hop out of his truck.
“I’m going to open your door.”
Moira panicked and shoved it open and tried to get out before he got there, but her seatbelt was still buckled. “Gack!” she yelped as she fumbled to unfasten her seatbelt.
