She snorted. “You did. I bowled over you.”
He stilled. And then he pulled back, lifting her face with a tender nudge to her chin. “Do you seriously think you could have forced me? How? Were you going to carry me into your car? Did you put a gun to my head and make me fight Nanook?”
Maybe he was right, but that didn’t ease her guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I’m not,” he returned. “Not about that. And not about this either.”
She frowned. “Wha?—”
He kissed her. Long and deep. First with his lips, then his tongue teased through the seam of her lips. He pushed inside and played with her while her breath grew short and her nipples tightened. Her knees weakened and she felt his penis hot and pulsing through his jeans. And she lifted her knee to coil her leg around him, opening herself up to him while drawing him tight.
The microwave dinged while they were entwined. Her kitchen filled with the scent of hot chicken potpie, but she wanted only the smell Irish Spring and him.
Then he pulled back, his eyes dark and but his lips curved in a self-satisfied smile. “You know what else bears have?”
She shook her head, too dazed and breathless to answer.
“Really good tongues.” Then he cupped her face. His palm was so large that he could touch the length of her jaw while pushing his fingers into her hair. “I want to lick you while you come on my tongue. I want to mount you from behind while squeezing your breasts. And I want to feel your legs wrapped around me as I pound my release into you.”
Her eyes widened at his words, but that was nothing compared to the contraction of her womb. Lord, she was practically orgasming just from his words.
“Alyssa?” he asked, and she had no brain to process his question.
“Hmm?” she responded as her eyes fastened on his mouth.
“What do you say to that?”
Her gaze finally lifted to his eyes. And once there, she smiled. “Okay.”
His nostrils flared and his hands tightened for a moment. But beyond that, he remained absolutely still. Then she winked at him.
“How about now?”
CHAPTER 15
He made her eat first. Alyssa couldn’t believe it. What man delayed sex for any reason? But he was adamant, and so she shoved too hot potpie into her mouth while her belly jumped and tightened in anticipation. He, on the other hand, took his time as he ate huge forkfuls of the meal. He coiled his tongue around his fork while he winked at her. Then he made noises of appreciation that she’d only heard when her brother watched porn with the volume dialed up.
“You’re terrible!” she said after a particularly loud smack of his lips.
“You’re not finished,” he said, pointing with his fork at her plate. “And you’re going to need all your strength.”
She rolled her eyes. “Promises, promises,” she taunted. “You’re going to pump twice and be done. Then two minutes later, you’ll be snoring and I’ll be left high and dry.”
He arched a brow at her. “Is that a challenge?”
“Hell, no. I’m just reminding you that you said some very specific things a few moments ago. I expect you to be a man of your word.”
“I thought you wanted a man with a tongue.”
“Can’t I have both?” she asked before she popped the last bite into her mouth.
“You can tonight.” Then he looked at her plate. “You done?”
She took her time licking her fingers, mimicking his erotic sounds as best she could. She didn’t think it was working until she glanced at his hands. His expression remained flat, almost casual though his nostrils flared. But his hands kept spreading on his thighs before curling in and make deep imprints on his jeans. Open, then slowly curling into claws.
Oh yeah, she was getting to him.
Finally, she popped her last finger out of her mouth and wiped it on a paper towel. Then she smiled and sighed. “Yeah,” she said trying to make it sound like a moan. “I guess I’m done— Eep!”
