He straightened, and his brow arched. She met his look with an expression that challenged him to rise to the occasion. And sure enough, deep inside her, he was already thickening in reaction.
“What if that isn’t enough for me?” he asked.
She sighed. “It will have to be. At some point the boys are going to wake up, and I’ll need to walk.”
“No, you won’t,” he said. “I’ll take care of them.”
She laughed. “Now that would be some impressive stamina.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Chapter 13
Had she ever felt this sated? Frankie stretched out a hand and traced the curve of Ryan’s jaw, liking the rough abrasion on her fingertips. When he dropped his mouth to nip at her hand, she laughed and let him suck her pinkie finger inside his mouth.
“Why, Detective,” she chuckled, “I do believe you’ve found the one area on my body that hasn’t been thoroughly pleasured.”
“Mmmmm,” he said as he coiled his tongue around her finger before sucking in a thoroughly delicious way.
He played there exactly as he’d played with her nipples. And, come to think of it, he’d used a similar technique on her clit. And wow, it had been one amazing orgasm after another. She hadn’t thought she’d ever find a lover who matched her endurance, but he certainly lived up to her fantasies and then some.
“I’m going to start calling you Ryan,” she said. “Detective Kennedy is too much of a mouthful.”
He nipped at her finger before releasing it. “Seems to me your mouth can hold a lot.”
Wasn’t that true? Because whoa, he was a big guy in all areas. Probably the bear genetics, but she wasn’t complaining. She could have settled into sleep right then. God knows, her body needed rest, but she didn’t want their interlude to end yet. And if her life was ending soon, then she wanted to wring every moment of joy out of it first.
She rolled over until they were face-to-face.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He was on his side. His face had been resting against her upper arm, but had dropped to a pillow when she moved. Now he adjusted so he could match her position.
“What do you want to know?”
He was awake, alert, and open to talking with her. That was a surprise, especially since they’d already used another condom. Any other man would be snoring now. Since he wasn’t asleep, she wanted to deepen their connection. Even though she’d made it clear this was only for one night, she couldn’t resist learning more about him.
“You’re adopted, right?”
He nodded.
“But your parents aren’t shifters, are they? Did they know anything about what you are?”
“Not a thing. They still don’t like talking about, and they might not even really believe it. But I like to think it makes my mother feel better about me being a cop. Like I have an extra layer of protection because I can shift.”
“Itisan extra layer of protection.”
He snorted. “Not against a bullet. And frankly, I’m better off as a man with a Kevlar vest on than I am as a bear. But it gives her comfort, and that’s a good thing.” Then he frowned. “Was that your question?”
“No. I’ve always wondered about your first shift. If you didn’t know anything about anything—”
“I didn’t.”
“Then how exactly did that go?”
“How often have you thought about this?”
She felt her face heat. Did she confess just how much she fantasized about him? “As someone who never shifted as a teen, I have a fascination with first shift stories.”
