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have to do anything more tonight,” he
whispered into her hair, stroking a hand down her back.
    “I want you—nothing’s changed.” Her lips found his
collarbone, and the sweet kisses she swept across it inflamed him.
He let her push him down to the bed.
    “Since I can’t see you, let me get to know you with
my hands.”
    He lay back, let her explore his body with an
exquisite thoroughness as his own eyes drifted closed and he lost
himself in the sensations she gave him. A feather-soft touch
skimmed his face before her hands slid down his chest.
    “You’re very hairy,” she observed, wringing a
chuckle from his tense abdomen.
    “Thanks?”
    “Lots of dancers wax. I like you better.”
    Pride ripped through him: pride that she preferred
him, pride that his bear genetics had predisposed him to a rougher
appearance. Next to her he felt giant and rough, but the way she
touched him exalted him. When lips closed over his nipple, lust
burst behind his eyes and his already hard cock seemed to swell to
the point of pain.
    “Careful there, big guy.” She took him in her hand
and stroked, making him gasp.
    “Is there any part of you that isn’t huge?”
    He laughed, then, but his laughter turned to a hiss
as he felt the heat of her mouth closing over him. His eyes flew
open, and he looked down to where she knelt between his legs. He
learned a new lesson in self-control as her hair finally fell out
of its knot and spilled across his belly, lighting a thousand nerve
endings on fire.
    “God, Romy.” Stephen tried to keep his hips still,
but when she hummed around him he couldn’t help but buck into her
mouth. She hummed again, taking him deeper and white-hot heat
spread through him. Oh God, just like that… The heat was too
overwhelming, too sudden, he had to push her away.
    “Don’t you want…?”
    He looked down the bed at where she perched between
his knees, confusion clear on her face.
    “Hell yes. But not tonight.” He reached for his
pants, dug out his wallet, grateful to discover that yes, indeed,
there was a condom in there. He wished they didn’t need it, wished
he had told her what he was, that she was safe with him, but he
needed her, now ; that conversation would have to wait.
    “I’m putting a condom on now—do you trust me?”
    “Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice, and she
reached, finding his hand with her own, and helped him stroke it
down over his shaft. Then she was back in his lap, kissing him
fiercely. The sweetness of her kiss was breathtaking, and he knew
no matter what happened, no matter what she decided she wanted once
she knew the whole truth, he was giving himself to her now—he would
be irrevocably hers. She bit down on his lower lip, wrenching a
groan from him. Spilling her backward out of his lap, Stephen
followed her down to the bed and pressed himself to her
entrance.
    “Now, Stephen.” She wrapped her legs around his
waist, and he sank into welcoming heat, stunned.
    For a moment, everything stopped, suspended, and
then she shuddered against him, rocking her hips up to invite him
deeper. He found her clit with his fingers, stroked and rubbed,
finding the rhythm and pressure she liked best. Before he knew it,
she was driving herself up against him in time to his thrusts and
he was trying not to lose his mind. He pressed his lips to the
fluttering pulse in her throat, loving the taste of salt on her
skin, that beautiful sensual taste and scent that was his Romy.
    “Stephen, I need…”
    “I know.” And he did; her body was speaking to his
in a language older and deeper than simple lust, her soul calling
to his, inviting him into this mating dance. He shifted his weight,
changing the angle so that he dragged against sensitive tissues on
each slow stroke, still teasing at her clit with his fingers.
    The cry as she came pierced into him, shattering his
control. Her body shook and tightened down, detonating what felt
like a nuclear event along the line of his spine.