Page 23 of Goldie's Grumpy Grizzly
“Yep,” I quip brightly, stepping back and bumping up against the trunk of that old tree again. “Maybe I ought to make them with Connor…”
That ought to do it.
Cole’s eyes go liquid, and he lunges for me while I squeal and sidestep around the tree.
I break into a run. Legs pumping, thighs burning, chest heaving. I plant my feet into dirt and leaves and bob and weave under branches. A wild and giddy laugh bubbles out of me as I hear Cole’s heavy footfalls gaining on me.
Stupidly, I glance back to gauge the distance between us, and my foot catches on something. I lose my footing and go flying, arms flailing.
I brace myself for a rough landing when I feel Cole’s strong arms band around my waist and his muscled chest at my back. Together, we twist and hit the ground hard. Then, we roll a few times with Cole taking the brunt of the beating as he clutches me close and protects my head with his arms.
When we stop, his big body presses me into the cool, damp earth, and I lay on a bed of crushed woodland blooms. My legs are splayed open, and I’m all too aware of the press of Cole’s turgid length against my molten core.
“Crap,” I laugh. “That did not go how I thought it would. I can’t believe you didn’t catch me before I fell. Where were those lightning-fast reflexes when I needed them?”
“I tried,” he says, propping himself up on an elbow to brush leaves from my hair. “You were just out of reach. Are you hurt?”
“No. Are you?” I reach up and cup his face, examining a scratch there. It’s not deep or bleeding, and it doesn’t seem to be bothering him.
He shakes his head and nuzzles my palm. Shifting his weight, I swallow down a small moan when his erection rubs deliciously against my center.
“To be honest, it’s nice to see you off-balance and a little dirty,” he says.
“Why?”
His eyes search mine, and that live wire connection is there again, electrifying the air between us.
Because that’s what I feel when I’m around you. Off-balance. And like I want to get dirty with you.
My mouth drops open as his low timbre sounds in my head. But his mouth hasn’t moved. It’s still quirked up in that bemused smile he’s been leveling at me while swiping the dirt from my cheek.
I want to ask how it’s possible, but he bends his head and covers my mouth with his. The second his tongue touches mine, my brain goes blank, and my body goes up in flames.
Chapter Ten
Cole
She’s intoxicating. I swallow her soft sighs and revel in the touch of her feather-light fingers threading through my thick beard and sliding down my neck to my chest.
My tongue tangles with hers, tasting her sweetness and wanting more. Her thighs lock around my hips and she arches into me, needy and seeking. All but begging me without words to claim her sweet little cunt.
I’m fucked.
“My sweet, sweet Rae,” I mumble between kisses and catch her earlobe between my teeth. A shaky mewl passes between her lips, and I’m determined to discover all of her sexy little sounds. “You taste like heaven.”
She makes a low, throaty purr when I yank her top off and rip away her bra. I fill my hands with her bare breasts, brushing her stiff peaks with my thumbs.
Her head presses against the soft grass, and she trembles when I draw her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. With every moan and sigh, I can feel the mating bond between us pulse and strengthen. My heart is entwined, my guard is lowered.
And I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her right now.
I’m dying to pleasure her. To please her. To give her what she’s been asking me for from the moment she ran those evergreen eyes over my body in appreciation.
“Oh, God, Cole.” Rae cups her other breast, pulling on her own nipple. The sight of it is so erotic I’m tempted to free her of all her clothes and take her right here on the forest floor.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Goldie.” My hands roam over every inch of her ass and thighs. The second I touch the flimsy, delicate lace guarding her heat, a low, needy rumble sounds in my chest. “All I want to do is kneel at your feet and lick that honey pot of yours right up.”
Rae looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes full of lust. She considers my words, then raises her knees and spreads her thighs open in invitation. The scent of her damp arousal fills my nostrils, and I can’t help but bring my face to her sweet-smelling pussy. I breathe deep as I trace the softness of her inner thigh with the tip of my nose, then drag it up and down over her lace-covered slit and inhale.
