Page 36 of Bear and Book

I’d never been with someone so openly sure, so physically unguarded, and it made me feel both wanted and unnervingly seen.

Something in his expression shifted , the intense focus softening into concern.

“Elias,” Leo said, his voice low, “you alright? We’re not moving too fast?”

For a moment, I could only stare at him. Of all the things he could have asked, that wasn’t the one I’d been expecting.

“No,” I said, and my voice came out rougher than I intended.

I curled my hands into his shirt and tugged him down until his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was deep, heat blooming instantly in my chest and spreading through every nerve. Leo kissed like he meant it, like there was no one else he’d ever want to kiss again.

The press of his mouth was both careful and claiming, as though he understood how close I was to bolting and wasn’t about to give me a reason to.

I slid my hands under his shirt, palms mapping the hard lines of muscle and the smooth heat of his skin. He shivered under my touch, but didn’t rush me.

Every inch I explored, every slow stroke of my fingers, he let me take at my own pace.

It was intoxicating.

He pulled back just enough to look at me again. The sight of him with his lips flushed, hair mussed, and his eyes dark undid something in me.

I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to measure each step.

I wanted him.

The next kiss was hungrier, our mouths sliding together, our breaths mingling. My hands roamed freely now, pushing his shirt higher until he helped me pull it over his head.

The sight of him with his broad shoulders, chest dusted with hair, and the solid weight of him made heat coil low in my belly.

Leo didn’t waste time returning the favor, his fingers brushing over my ribs as he slid my shirt away.

The cool air hit my skin for only a moment before he was there, leaning in, pressing kisses along my throat, my collarbone. I tilted my head back, eyes closing as my body yielded to the pull of his touch.

When his hands slid lower, cupping my hips, I arched up into him without thinking. I could feel my fox pressing closer, urging me to close the gap between us entirely.

I didn’t resist.

Somehow, we ended up tangled in the middle of the bed, clothes shed piece by piece between heated kisses and lingering touches. It wasn’t frantic, but there was a deliberate urgency in the way we moved.

Every moment built on the last, feeding the need that had been simmering between us for weeks.

Leo’s weight settled over me again, his body pressing me into the mattress in a way that made my pulse race. He cupped my face in his hands, searching my eyes.

“Still alright?” he asked, voice husky now.

I couldn’t stop the small smile that curved my mouth. “I’ll tell you when I’m not.”

His answering grin was quick and bright. I looked down and saw his member was thick and long, the tip leaking with pre-cum. My own cock was full, and I ached to have him inside me.

“Lube’s on top of the dresser,” I managed to say.

Leo swiped the lube, straddled me again. He applied a generous amount inside me using one finger. I moaned and squirmed when he added a second.

It felt like ages but finally, he deemed me ready for him.

He lifted my legs above his shoulders and entered me, slow and steady. I moaned, enjoying the exquisite moment.