Read Online Bear Again (Second Chance Shifters 3) by Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers - Free Book Online
Authors: Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, Erotic, Bachelor, second chance, bear shifter, Mate, Protection, playboy, broken heart, Forever Love, Single Woman, Bear Clan, New Alpha, Best Friend's Death, Mate Pledge, Rightful Position, Return, Mourning Period, Clan Duty, Clan Law
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searing heat from his mouth against her throat and up to her lips. He thrust his tongue deep as her arms flew around his neck. She couldn’t kiss enough of him as he greedily sucked at her lips. The kiss heated as he nipped at her with his teeth.
The apron fell from her chest as he loosened the tie from her neck. He pushed her back on the counter. His large hands coasted over her breasts, squeezing and mounding at her flesh. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse, lowering himself to kiss her stomach, his palms smoothing over her skin.
She looked at him as his eyes lit up. He leaned toward the prep table next to them and grabbed a bowl of icing.
Sophia shook her head, but Liam’s fingers were already coated in icing, and he began spreading it over her stomach and chest. He pushed her bra down and generously lathered her nipples. She arched her back, moaning when she realized what he was about to do.
He set the bowl down and eyed his dessert. He licked along her stomach, sucking at her skin and wetting his lips, then moved up toward her breasts.
Her nipples hardened under his touch. She whimpered, knowing what would happen next. She closed her eyes, a loud sigh escaping her lips when his mouth hungrily sucked, licking her clean of the icing. She writhed as he moved to the other side, flicking his tongue over the perked bud. He toyed with her, making big swirls with his tongue. She reached for his head and lowered him to her breast.
Everything about this was wrong. The icing. The man. The bear. But damn, it felt incredible.
She closed her eyes, feeling the heat from his tongue. The fire in her belly was just as strong. Maybe he was right. She should stop worrying about how he made her feel happy, and just let the misery engulf her. This kind of misery was ecstasy.
He hadn’t tried anything physical with her in weeks. The tension had been growing between them. So had her feelings. It was there, on display, for him to see.
“Soph,” he growled against her sticky skin. He looked in her eyes. His beautiful, dark, lust-filled eyes.
She sat forward. She didn’t want to think about mates and futures and all the things that came with them. She wanted Liam to give her what he promised. She wanted his strong arms around her. She wanted his powerful body to make her his.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispered.
His eyes widened. “You’re serious?”
She nodded. “I want you.”
He walked to the side of the counter, scooping her in his arms. He climbed the stairs two at a time.
“Maybe a shower first?” she asked, looking down at her blue skin.
He walked to the bathroom and deposited her feet on the floor, then turned the shower on.
She knew Liam was a confident man. Anyone could tell after spending thirty seconds with him. But she wasn’t prepared when he stripped the shirt from his head and shed his jeans. There was a reason for that confidence. He stood in front of her, a naked specimen of perfection. His muscles were firm and rippled along his shoulder. His legs were strong and solid. She looked at the V-cut of his waist, and then, her eyes dipped lower. Holy hell. His cock was throbbing, wide, and thick.
She staggered backwards, reminded of what she was about to do, but Liam’s hand gripped her wrist and he pulled her against his chest.
“I’ve got you, Soph. Let me love your body, baby.”
Her nipples brushed against his warm chest. As her skin touched his, she felt a new calm wash over her. She shimmied out of her jeans.
He eyed her. “Can I take off the rest?”
She nodded, feeling the wetness between her legs.
He kneeled in front of her, planting a kiss below her navel. He blew across her center as his fingers hooked along her panties. She held her breath while he pulled them over her thighs and down her legs. She stood frozen as the silk hit her ankles. His face was inches from her naked body. He blew another hot breath against her skin and she sighed.
“God, I want to taste you,” he
The apron fell from her chest as he loosened the tie from her neck. He pushed her back on the counter. His large hands coasted over her breasts, squeezing and mounding at her flesh. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse, lowering himself to kiss her stomach, his palms smoothing over her skin.
She looked at him as his eyes lit up. He leaned toward the prep table next to them and grabbed a bowl of icing.
Sophia shook her head, but Liam’s fingers were already coated in icing, and he began spreading it over her stomach and chest. He pushed her bra down and generously lathered her nipples. She arched her back, moaning when she realized what he was about to do.
He set the bowl down and eyed his dessert. He licked along her stomach, sucking at her skin and wetting his lips, then moved up toward her breasts.
Her nipples hardened under his touch. She whimpered, knowing what would happen next. She closed her eyes, a loud sigh escaping her lips when his mouth hungrily sucked, licking her clean of the icing. She writhed as he moved to the other side, flicking his tongue over the perked bud. He toyed with her, making big swirls with his tongue. She reached for his head and lowered him to her breast.
Everything about this was wrong. The icing. The man. The bear. But damn, it felt incredible.
She closed her eyes, feeling the heat from his tongue. The fire in her belly was just as strong. Maybe he was right. She should stop worrying about how he made her feel happy, and just let the misery engulf her. This kind of misery was ecstasy.
He hadn’t tried anything physical with her in weeks. The tension had been growing between them. So had her feelings. It was there, on display, for him to see.
“Soph,” he growled against her sticky skin. He looked in her eyes. His beautiful, dark, lust-filled eyes.
She sat forward. She didn’t want to think about mates and futures and all the things that came with them. She wanted Liam to give her what he promised. She wanted his strong arms around her. She wanted his powerful body to make her his.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispered.
His eyes widened. “You’re serious?”
She nodded. “I want you.”
He walked to the side of the counter, scooping her in his arms. He climbed the stairs two at a time.
“Maybe a shower first?” she asked, looking down at her blue skin.
He walked to the bathroom and deposited her feet on the floor, then turned the shower on.
She knew Liam was a confident man. Anyone could tell after spending thirty seconds with him. But she wasn’t prepared when he stripped the shirt from his head and shed his jeans. There was a reason for that confidence. He stood in front of her, a naked specimen of perfection. His muscles were firm and rippled along his shoulder. His legs were strong and solid. She looked at the V-cut of his waist, and then, her eyes dipped lower. Holy hell. His cock was throbbing, wide, and thick.
She staggered backwards, reminded of what she was about to do, but Liam’s hand gripped her wrist and he pulled her against his chest.
“I’ve got you, Soph. Let me love your body, baby.”
Her nipples brushed against his warm chest. As her skin touched his, she felt a new calm wash over her. She shimmied out of her jeans.
He eyed her. “Can I take off the rest?”
She nodded, feeling the wetness between her legs.
He kneeled in front of her, planting a kiss below her navel. He blew across her center as his fingers hooked along her panties. She held her breath while he pulled them over her thighs and down her legs. She stood frozen as the silk hit her ankles. His face was inches from her naked body. He blew another hot breath against her skin and she sighed.
“God, I want to taste you,” he