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until her shield shattered. “Didn’t want to taste anyone but you, Hannah.”
Maybe it was the sever e adrenaline crash, or perhaps the pain from trying to escape a bear fight wounded, or perhaps it was the silk that caressed his words, but she melted against him and released a shuddering sigh. “I spent the whole night imagining you with her.”
He wrapped his arms around her slowly, as if he didn’t want to frighten her. “So let me get this straight. You just found out I turn into a bear, and you’re jealous because you thought I spent the night with another woman?”
“Don’t make me sound petty. I wanted to work it out and you left me to imagine the worst. So yeah, my human insecurities seem a lot easier to deal with and get out of the way than the werebear mind grenade. And stop squeezing me so tight. You’re getting blood on my shirt and it’s one of the only ones I have left.”
A rumbling sound purred from his chest, hummed against her cheek. “I want you marked. And since you aren’t up for doing it the way I want, this is what you get. Ruined shirts.”
Crooking a finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze. Smoothing her hair from her face, he brushed his lips against hers, once. Twice. Three times and held. His fingertips tickled down her jaws and neck, and she gasped as he lifted her shirt over her head.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
“I’m asking you again.”
His slow smile was mesmerizing and pooled warmth in her middle. “Asking me what?”
He leaned against her cheek and whispered a soft stroke against her ear. “Accept all of me. Let me claim you. I can’t choose you until I’ve had you. Give me the chance to give us a future because dammit, Hannah, I’m burning here.”
“ I know your secret now, Riker. Don’t run from me again. Don’t make me question my place in your life.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’ll try. Won’t stop trying until you’re happy.”
His fingers left trails of fire down her ribcage and he reached around to unfasten her bra with a quiet snick .
“Does it happen this fast for bears?” she asked against his neck.
“If it is a good pairing, then yes.” He pulled down her shorts, fingers running the length of her legs as she stepped out of them.
She smiled against the crisp smell of man and wilderness that came from his skin. “So, we’re a good pairing?”
“You scare me. I’d say that means we’re a good match.” His smile was languid as he sat back and pulled her onto his lap. “Say yes.”
“You know I’d say yes even if we’d met somewhere else, right?”
“You swear?”
She slid over him and he groaned. Her legs trembled as he filled her and she arched against him. “I swear.”
His eyes lightened as she rocked, slow at first, savoring the feeling of him inside her. As his breath turned ragged and her desperation peeked, he pulled her waist into him, bucked against her until she cried out his name.
A constant growl vibrated in his throat as they crashed against each other again and again and in the last blinding moments before release, he bellowed through gritted teeth.
Hannah collapsed against his chest, pulsing over his cock.
“Woman,” he murmured against her throat. “You drive me to madness. You know that, right?”
She nudged her cheek over the scruff on his jaw and sighed a contented little sound. “I like driving you mad.”
He chuckled deep in his chest, and the sound murmured against her breasts. Gripping her neck, he eased her back. “Hannah.” He held her gaze, seriousness drawing his dark brows down until she wanted to kiss the worry away.
“Yes, Riker?”
“I choose you.”
Chapter Eight
Hannah was putty against him.
She’d dressed and Riker had borrowed a pair of jeans from Jenny’s husband that fit a little tight in the crotch and legs. He’d assured her his injuries weren’t bad enough to call on Daria and he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing
Maybe it was the sever e adrenaline crash, or perhaps the pain from trying to escape a bear fight wounded, or perhaps it was the silk that caressed his words, but she melted against him and released a shuddering sigh. “I spent the whole night imagining you with her.”
He wrapped his arms around her slowly, as if he didn’t want to frighten her. “So let me get this straight. You just found out I turn into a bear, and you’re jealous because you thought I spent the night with another woman?”
“Don’t make me sound petty. I wanted to work it out and you left me to imagine the worst. So yeah, my human insecurities seem a lot easier to deal with and get out of the way than the werebear mind grenade. And stop squeezing me so tight. You’re getting blood on my shirt and it’s one of the only ones I have left.”
A rumbling sound purred from his chest, hummed against her cheek. “I want you marked. And since you aren’t up for doing it the way I want, this is what you get. Ruined shirts.”
Crooking a finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze. Smoothing her hair from her face, he brushed his lips against hers, once. Twice. Three times and held. His fingertips tickled down her jaws and neck, and she gasped as he lifted her shirt over her head.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
“I’m asking you again.”
His slow smile was mesmerizing and pooled warmth in her middle. “Asking me what?”
He leaned against her cheek and whispered a soft stroke against her ear. “Accept all of me. Let me claim you. I can’t choose you until I’ve had you. Give me the chance to give us a future because dammit, Hannah, I’m burning here.”
“ I know your secret now, Riker. Don’t run from me again. Don’t make me question my place in your life.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’ll try. Won’t stop trying until you’re happy.”
His fingers left trails of fire down her ribcage and he reached around to unfasten her bra with a quiet snick .
“Does it happen this fast for bears?” she asked against his neck.
“If it is a good pairing, then yes.” He pulled down her shorts, fingers running the length of her legs as she stepped out of them.
She smiled against the crisp smell of man and wilderness that came from his skin. “So, we’re a good pairing?”
“You scare me. I’d say that means we’re a good match.” His smile was languid as he sat back and pulled her onto his lap. “Say yes.”
“You know I’d say yes even if we’d met somewhere else, right?”
“You swear?”
She slid over him and he groaned. Her legs trembled as he filled her and she arched against him. “I swear.”
His eyes lightened as she rocked, slow at first, savoring the feeling of him inside her. As his breath turned ragged and her desperation peeked, he pulled her waist into him, bucked against her until she cried out his name.
A constant growl vibrated in his throat as they crashed against each other again and again and in the last blinding moments before release, he bellowed through gritted teeth.
Hannah collapsed against his chest, pulsing over his cock.
“Woman,” he murmured against her throat. “You drive me to madness. You know that, right?”
She nudged her cheek over the scruff on his jaw and sighed a contented little sound. “I like driving you mad.”
He chuckled deep in his chest, and the sound murmured against her breasts. Gripping her neck, he eased her back. “Hannah.” He held her gaze, seriousness drawing his dark brows down until she wanted to kiss the worry away.
“Yes, Riker?”
“I choose you.”
Chapter Eight
Hannah was putty against him.
She’d dressed and Riker had borrowed a pair of jeans from Jenny’s husband that fit a little tight in the crotch and legs. He’d assured her his injuries weren’t bad enough to call on Daria and he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing
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