He went on and on as she arched and gripped. Thighs, belly, core. She tightened around him. Harder. Thicker. Stronger.
Her toes curled and her head dropped back.
And still he kept pounding.
Orgasm.
Waves of pleasure while she writhed around him.
He was the center, and she was the one spinning wildly around him.
Yes.
God, yes!
It went on forever while she pulsed and sighed. Pleasure so beautiful. Sweet waves that lapped at her while she remained anchored to him.
Had he come? He must have. His expression was blissful. And yes, she felt the pulses of his organ, but it was a minor thing compared to the pleasure that kept her heart and mind aglow.
And when she was completely boneless lying there, still impaled by him, he leaned down. It was a slow movement, so she saw it coming. She stretched forward, but hadn’t the strength to meet him. So he came to her.
His lips to hers. His mouth on hers.
A kiss. A long, slow kiss with a tongue that was thorough in her mouth.
And when he was done, he pulled back. Not just away from her mouth, but from her body as well. He dropped back onto his calves and he stared at her. There was love in his eyes, but also a vague confusion. As if he didn’t know what to do next.
“Still deep in the grizzly, aren’t you?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, so she took that as a yes.
“That’s okay. I like your grizzly.”
So she cleaned him up. She disposed of the condom and brought a wet towel to wipe his body of the sweat. He chuffed as she worked, clearly wanting to touch her. But she held his hand away, feeling both too tired and too energized to allow more sex play. It was a new feeling, this whisper in her heart. She didn’t have to look too closely to understand it.
Tenderness. Affection.
Love.
She was in love with Simon. After less than two days, she’d tumbled headlong into love. With a bear.
If she weren’t feeling so wonderful, she’d call herself an idiot. Instead, she tossed aside the washcloth and nudged Simon until he lay down in her bed. Then she burrowed beneath the covers and his arm so that they could spoon in their sleep.
Two breaths later, and she was out. The last thing she remembered was Simon pressing his lips to her neck for one last, sweet lick.
CHAPTER 16
Simon woke as a man, his grizzly mind tucked away, and his first thoughts were to take stock of his situation. His human body was warm and healthy, the sheets smelled of Alyssa, but his arms were empty. So he climbed out of bed and went in search of her.
He found her in the kitchen as she frowned at her phone, a news reporter’s voice coming through the tiny device. She looked up as soon as he entered, and her expression softened in a way that thrilled both man and bear. Her eyes lightened and her lips curved. Best of all, she set down her mug and phone to cross to his side.
“Did I wake you?” she asked. “I tried to be quiet.”
“I woke because you weren’t with me,” he answered. Then he drew her into his arms pressed his face to her hair. She smelled slightly nutty, but mostly of what they had done last night, and he couldn’t resist nuzzling down to her neck to lick the skin beneath her ear.
She chuckled, then lifted her head. “You’re talking again. That’s a good sign.”
He nodded and stayed in that place of holding her for a minute longer. Just a minute. But eventually, he had to explain. If not for her, then for them both. Because she needed to understand him if they were to continue together. But how to explain when he wasn’t even sure of what had happened?
