Whatever distance we tried to keep? Gone.
I have her against me in seconds, my hands on her, pulling her close like I need to feel every inch of her to breathe.
We don’t make it to the bedroom.
Not even close.
Clothes become obstacles.
Barriers.
Things to get rid of.
Fast.
Because I’m starving for her.
Feral with it.
And the best part?
She meets me there.
My sexy little she-Bear is every bit as hungry for me.
Her eyes glow—that deep, velvet shimmer of her Bear watching, awake, aware.
Answering my Tiger.
Matching him.
Choosing him.
Choosing me.
And fuck me, I think she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
“Rob,” she breathes, her voice soft but urgent, her hands gripping me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. “I need you.”
Those words—they hit something deep.
Something raw.
I slow.
Just enough.
Because this?
This isn’t just about need.
This is about us.
I cup her face, forcing her to look at me.
Really look.
“Listen to me, Cookie,” I murmur, my voice rough but steady.
