She finally turned to face him. “I’m so…” She flapped her hand, like that might somehow help her articulate even though the words weren’t in her head either.
Whatwas she?
“Frustrated?” he suggested calmly.
“Yes,” she bit out.
“It’s your bear.”
She blinked. Once. Twice. He was right. Now that he’d said it, she could pinpoint it. All those edgy sensations were coming from her bear. It was so odd. They’d always been in sync before. Always.
“She wantsmybear,” Remy added.
Mallory stared at him. “She wants…” But she didn’t need to finish the sentence. The moment he said the words, she knew it.
He was right.
“But how…?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “My bear is doing the same thing. In here.” He tapped his left pec. “And definitely in here.” He tapped his temple.
“So our bears want…”
He twisted so that his shoulder was propped against the bricks, fully facing her. “Our bears wantusto want it.”
No issues there. Hell, she’d wanted Remy since—honestly, since the moment he was hauled into that lab in Detroit, fighting his captors with more resilience than even she’d had.
She’d given in to the want when they shared that hotel room after they’d escaped, because why the hell not? They’d both needed the release, and what point was there in denying the attraction?
Except wrong place, wrong time, even if it could have been the right person. For God’s sake, she’d convinced herself there probably wasn’t a right person out there for her. She was too messed up. Yeah, bears believed in fated mates, but it didn’t happen to everyone, and given what she’d gone through, she’d figured that train was simply never going to leave the station.
And why was she thinking about fated mates while standing here in the dark, tucked into a shadowy corner, staring down Remy like she was daring him to make a move?
This wasn’t about fate. This was about really excellent sex.
And maybe, just maybe, the fact that she hadn’t had any in almost four years was exactly why she couldn’t reach that damn itch. Maybe Remy had ruined her for all other men. The idea sucked if she put too much thought into it, because sooner or later, they were going to part ways again.
Best not to think about the long-term. Just focus on right now.
And right now, Remy was watching her with those luminous pale eyes, his body tense, waiting.
Waiting for her to make the first move.
She reached for the collar of his jacket, grasped it, and pulled. He stumbled forward, his hands automatically cupping her waist as he twisted them both until Mallory’s back was flat against the rough wall. Even in the darkness she could see the desire flare in his eyes. The need.
This attraction wasn’t one-sided. But she’d always known that. What she hadn’t realized was how strong it was.
For both of them.
Twining her fingers in the soft waves at his nape, she applied gentle pressure, and he came willingly, watching her steadily as his face descended, his lids fluttering shut at the last moment before his lips pressed against hers.
It was everything, this simple kiss. As if they were the last two pieces of a puzzle that had finally been turned the right way and locked together with triumphant satisfaction.
She canted her head, tentatively opened her mouth, letting her tongue slip out and gently touch his lips.
He growled, the sound as feral as if he were in his bear form. His hands dropped to her ass, his fingers curling against the stretchy material of her leggings, tugging her hips closer to his body.
She spread her legs, and he edged between them, his erection pressing against her belly. Heat flared inside her. Hell, it was a damn inferno, threatening to consume her.
