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Authors: Meredith Clarke
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, romantic suspense, Erotic, Bachelor, Identity, bear shifter, Protection, Forever Love, Single Woman, Charade, Benefactor, Chosen Mate, Sarkozy Brothers, Trust Fund, Millions, Pro-Bono Law Firm
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his hips, he knew he was gone. Totally and utterly into Kat.
He slid slowly inside her, her slick folds closing over him, claiming him. He wanted to be careful, but she gave a soft whimper, then clutched at his hips, pulling him harder into her.
"Lukas, please... I--"
It was enough for him.
He plunged into her, retracting himself fast, then thrusting again. Each time he sank deep inside her, she let out a cry that was filled with the proof of her need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
And yet she'd said she didn't even like him.
He smiled as her body stiffened, as she clenched around him, her own release reaching its fruition. They came together, peaking in a union of ecstasy, clinging to each other as they shuddered through the waves of pleasure.
When he glanced at her face, he found she was smiling.
"What?" he asked softly.
"You were smiling?"
He knew what she meant. He'd had a wide grin on his face when he'd climaxed.
"Hope I didn't look like a maniac."
She shook her head. "You looked beautiful." She shifted her head and gave a pointed glance at the sodden yellow envelope in the corner of the shower. "You ruined it."
He shrugged, then bent his head and bit the side of her breast lightly. "Print another one."
"Somewhere in the forest, a tree just died because of you."
Lukas lifted his head, his eyes a little unfocused as he found himself wanting her all over again. "You aren't some kind of green freak, are you?"
Kat laughed. "Would it be so bad if I was?"
Lukas shook his head, sending a spray of droplets over her body. "Maybe not. It will be hard, though. You won't be able to wear furs or leather."
Kat snorted. "No need to go so drastic on me. Let's just start with caring for the trees, okay?" She glared at him. "And besides, I've never worn a fur anything, and I never will." She gave a shudder.
Lukas laughed and lifted her onto his lap. "To that I am in total agreement."
They both showered, then Lukas headed out to grab two fresh towels from the closet beside the washbasin.
He wrapped one around his waist, then threw the other around Kat. She looked amazing, her face free of makeup, her hair slick against her skull. He bent down and began to wring the water out of her clothes.
Kat let out a shriek, and he froze. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice shrill.
"I'm squeezing the water out of your clothes before I throw them in the dryer." He spoke slowly, as if she didn't understand English.
"Hand them over, you oaf."
"Oaf?" he asked as he dropped the wet mass into her palm. She looked furious. He thought it best not to mess with her.
"Yes. You don't wring silk out like it's a piece of cotton." She put her other hand on her towel-covered hip. "I bet you would have just thrown them in the dryer on Normal too."
"Why would I not do that?" he asked carefully.
She raised her other hand and poked a finger into his chest. "Because dryers don't have those handy-dandy Gentle cycles just so that the buttons look pretty on the control panel." She glared at him. "Silks go on Gentle wash and dry cycles. God knows, I paid enough for them not to have some bumbling fool male ruin them."
His tried hard not to burst out laughing. He kind of liked this furious Kat. "I would have replaced them if I'd ruined them."
"That's not the point." She glared at him. "Ugh. I'm probably wasting my time teaching you this stuff." She huffed and sailed past him. "Where's your dryer?"
He hid a grin and walked ahead of her, leading her down the passage to a louvered closet beside the kitchen. Thrusting it open, he pointed at the dryer. "Dryer," he said.
"I know what that is," she snapped.
As she tugged open the door and threw her silk inside, he wrapped his hands around her waist. "You ever heard of post-coital bliss?" he murmured against her neck.
She slammed the door shut and poked at the Gentle cycle button, only turning to face him when the machine began to run.
"What?" she snapped. She looked
He slid slowly inside her, her slick folds closing over him, claiming him. He wanted to be careful, but she gave a soft whimper, then clutched at his hips, pulling him harder into her.
"Lukas, please... I--"
It was enough for him.
He plunged into her, retracting himself fast, then thrusting again. Each time he sank deep inside her, she let out a cry that was filled with the proof of her need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
And yet she'd said she didn't even like him.
He smiled as her body stiffened, as she clenched around him, her own release reaching its fruition. They came together, peaking in a union of ecstasy, clinging to each other as they shuddered through the waves of pleasure.
When he glanced at her face, he found she was smiling.
"What?" he asked softly.
"You were smiling?"
He knew what she meant. He'd had a wide grin on his face when he'd climaxed.
"Hope I didn't look like a maniac."
She shook her head. "You looked beautiful." She shifted her head and gave a pointed glance at the sodden yellow envelope in the corner of the shower. "You ruined it."
He shrugged, then bent his head and bit the side of her breast lightly. "Print another one."
"Somewhere in the forest, a tree just died because of you."
Lukas lifted his head, his eyes a little unfocused as he found himself wanting her all over again. "You aren't some kind of green freak, are you?"
Kat laughed. "Would it be so bad if I was?"
Lukas shook his head, sending a spray of droplets over her body. "Maybe not. It will be hard, though. You won't be able to wear furs or leather."
Kat snorted. "No need to go so drastic on me. Let's just start with caring for the trees, okay?" She glared at him. "And besides, I've never worn a fur anything, and I never will." She gave a shudder.
Lukas laughed and lifted her onto his lap. "To that I am in total agreement."
They both showered, then Lukas headed out to grab two fresh towels from the closet beside the washbasin.
He wrapped one around his waist, then threw the other around Kat. She looked amazing, her face free of makeup, her hair slick against her skull. He bent down and began to wring the water out of her clothes.
Kat let out a shriek, and he froze. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice shrill.
"I'm squeezing the water out of your clothes before I throw them in the dryer." He spoke slowly, as if she didn't understand English.
"Hand them over, you oaf."
"Oaf?" he asked as he dropped the wet mass into her palm. She looked furious. He thought it best not to mess with her.
"Yes. You don't wring silk out like it's a piece of cotton." She put her other hand on her towel-covered hip. "I bet you would have just thrown them in the dryer on Normal too."
"Why would I not do that?" he asked carefully.
She raised her other hand and poked a finger into his chest. "Because dryers don't have those handy-dandy Gentle cycles just so that the buttons look pretty on the control panel." She glared at him. "Silks go on Gentle wash and dry cycles. God knows, I paid enough for them not to have some bumbling fool male ruin them."
His tried hard not to burst out laughing. He kind of liked this furious Kat. "I would have replaced them if I'd ruined them."
"That's not the point." She glared at him. "Ugh. I'm probably wasting my time teaching you this stuff." She huffed and sailed past him. "Where's your dryer?"
He hid a grin and walked ahead of her, leading her down the passage to a louvered closet beside the kitchen. Thrusting it open, he pointed at the dryer. "Dryer," he said.
"I know what that is," she snapped.
As she tugged open the door and threw her silk inside, he wrapped his hands around her waist. "You ever heard of post-coital bliss?" he murmured against her neck.
She slammed the door shut and poked at the Gentle cycle button, only turning to face him when the machine began to run.
"What?" she snapped. She looked
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