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scream lightly for just a second. Then, still cupping her breasts with his hands, his tongue came over her nipples, first licking, then sucking hard on them as she gasped from the intensity of it.
    There was so much to Regan, so much Bronson wanted to take in and learn about her. Like her scent, a warm vanilla that was distinctly hers. Or the sight of her, eyes closed in ecstasy as he pleasured her breasts, his hands roving over the curves of her belly and hips as he did so.
    As Bronson sucked down on one nipple, Regan’s hands dug into his hair, her nails raking over his scalp as she pressed her body more firmly into his mouth, pulling him farther.
    At this point, Regan didn’t need words to beg. Her body was doing all the talking for her.
    And Bronson was there to listen. 
    He continued to lick at her chest as his hands found the zipper of her jeans, pulling it down and exposing just the slightest hint of soft, black panties. He came back up to her, his height towering over her even as she was still seated on the dresser, and claimed her mouth with his own. 
    Without even the least hesitation, her mouth opened, seeking his entrance. He obliged immediately, his tongue delving inside and stroking as she moaned against him, her hips rocking slightly.
    He ran one hand down her back, feeling the soft curve of it as he found her ass again, and his other hand moved down her stomach and beneath her jeans. Still holding the kiss, their lips sealed together, his finger found her clit and stroked against it, loving the way her body melded to his, so perfect in every way.
    Regan’s moaning turned to powerful gasps as she gripped his shoulders tightly. Spurred by the sounds of her desire and the feel of her curves against him, he lifted her off the dresser as his finger went into a rhythmic stroking that had her pushing into it faster and faster in an addictive motion that made Bronson crazy with lust, the bear in him roaring to take her.
    Bronson didn’t take even three steps toward the bed before Regan came apart in his arms, curling around him as he held her up, her body rocking with a powerful orgasm. 
    He could feel her entire body being shocked with incredible force as he held her, loving the feel of having her come right there against him, in the middle of the room. Even as her body slowly relaxed, he could sense little aftershocks that shook her as he carried her the rest of the way to the huge bed.
    “Damn, you know how to overwhelm a girl,” she said, purring with satisfaction as her head pulled away from his shoulder and she looked up at him.
    “It’s something about you, something that makes me think about doing things I have no business thinking,” he replied, setting her on the bed. Her hands stretched out to the sides, swimming amongst the soft, plush sheets as she looked up at him, gaze just as fiery as ever.
    Somehow, her lying on the bed half naked felt so right. Like she belonged here with him, in his house.
    Mate , Bronson could hear a voice calling to him again.
    But this was no-commitment. Or was it?
    He’d have to figure it out later. Right now, the sight of her like this, shirtless and pants open, was almost too much to handle. The feeling of desire was so overwhelming. 
    Bronson pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, and her eyes lit up even more.
    “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?” she asked as he leaned over her, dipping down to kiss her neck.
    “Never,” he said, his mouth moving lower and lower down her body, his fingers finding the ends of her pant legs and pulling them off.
    “Ugh, ever since I’ve been working there, I’ve been fighting off the stupidest thoughts,” she said, a slight moan leaving her lips as he bit gently down at her shoulder.
    “Like?” he asked.
    She came close to his ear, her full lips brushing him in a way that made him shudder. “That gorgeous face. You make a girl want to sit on it,” she teased.
    Bronson let out a growl. It might have