Page 40 of Bad Blood Bear

Tank reached over to the torn shoulder of her t-shirt, burned through from the magical fire earlier, and bunched it between his fingers. Holding her gaze, he waited for her to tell him to let go.

She didn’t.

Taking the fabric between his hands, he slowly tore it right down the front, and then tossed it in the corner of the shower.

Hot damn, she was beautiful. As far as he was concerned, her tits were absolutely perfect. He sank to his knees in the middle of the shower, right under the waterfall, holding her gently by her tiny waist.

Then he gently closed his teeth around one pink nipple in a barely-there bite.

She gasped and swayed toward him. He released her nipple and began licking it, moving one hand to cup the bottom of her breast. Lissa grabbed his shoulders, her fingers digging in, and he took his time, drawing the nipple into his mouth to suck on it, grazing it with his teeth, licking it slowly and teasing the tightened nub with his tongue.

Then he started all over on the other side.

By the time he’d had his fill of worshiping her breasts, she was leaning into him, making sweet, sexy moaning sounds.

“That’s what I was thinking about,” he whispered.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Want to know what I’m thinking about?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You. Naked. Kissing me.”

Tank reached back over his head and pulled his shirt off in one quick motion, sending it into the corner with hers. Then he unbuttoned her soaked jeans and pushed them down, steadying her while she stepped out of them.

While she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, touching, caressing, he slid his hand up between her thighs. She stepped back with a mischievous grin and shook her head. “I said you naked, Mister.”

Tank grinned. “Sassy bear.”

He undid his jeans and slid them down partway, then climbed to his feet and pushed them the rest of the way off. When he straightened up, Lissa gasped and reached out towards his torso.

He looked down, realizing that the marks she’d gouged across his chest were only halfway healed, the scars still red and raw-looking. She touched the skin lightly, making him quiver.

“Did I do that?” she whispered. She looked over at his arm, where the marks of her teeth were still visible, and touched that too.

He closed his hand lightly around her wrist. “It’s okay,” he said.

She shook her head. “You were trying to help me, and I hurt you,” she said, her head down. “I’m sorry.”

She lifted his arm and kissed the bite mark, and then kissed the scars on his chest. Something felt like it broke open inside him, and his eyes stung.

Lissa slid her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. He encircled her in his own arms, and they stood there with the water pouring down on them for long minutes, as if it were washing away the pain.

Finally, Tank pulled gently away and turned her around. He poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand and massaged it into her scalp, soaping her hair thoroughly, caressing her, relaxing her. She leaned into him with a sigh, and he moved down to massage her neck and shoulders.

Then he moved his soapy hands down her slick breasts, tracing the curves of her waist, her hipbones, learning every inch of her.

He heard a little growl rumbling in her chest, and he paused. Was she getting upset? But she rubbed back against him, rolling against his thick, upright dick, and he realized what it was.

Her bear was happy.

He poured more soap on his hand, then dipped his fingers between her legs, stroking the already slick folds. She gave a half-moan, half growl that made want flood through Tank. His dick throbbed, and all he could think about was the feel of her skin, the curves of her body, how hot and wet she was against him.

He sat down on the tile bench and pulled her around to face him, devouring her lips with his. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t think—he could only feel.

The silkiness of her tongue as she opened her mouth to him. The taste and feel of her lips. Her hands running over his body, as desperate to touch every part of him as he was to touch every part of her.

He slid his hand into her soft sex, finding her clit and circling it slowly. He teased her with feather touches alternating with firm strokes, until she was biting the side of his neck, frantic for release.