Page 15 of Goldie's Grumpy Grizzly
I stroke myself hard, swallowing down a groan and bracing myself against the wall. Ice-cold water rakes down my back, but it does nothing to take away from the lust pulsing in my veins.
It’s like my desire not to mate is completely overridden by pure need. My every instinct wants to please Rae, protect Rae, be near Rae. She draws me to her like a beam of sunshine in the thick of a dark forest, calling out to me with her throaty little moans and her unintentionally dirty little mouth that I want to see wrapped around the fat head of my cock.
“Is everything alright?” Her sweet voice filters through the sound of the water’s rainfall spray, and my head jerks up.
I shut the door, right? I fucking shut—
“Oh!”
Rae stands in the open doorway, her eyes huge and round and glued to the sight of me fisting my enormous erection.
“This isn’t…” What it looks like? It’s exactly what it looks like, you idiot. “Um. I told you it’d be hard to keep my hands off you.”
She raises her gaze to mine, and the raw hunger lighting up those evergreen eyes of hers nearly makes me sink to my knees. Slowly, I pump my hand over myself and watch as a steely determination comes over her. She throws her shoulders back. Lifts her chin stubbornly.
Then I swallow hard as she whips her shirt off and treats me to the sight of her heavy, unbound breasts swinging free. Her rosy-tipped nipples are already peaked and begging for my touch.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready. Like you told me to.” Then my sweet girl discards the rest of her clothes, and I get hit with the scent of her arousal wafting over to me. As she draws closer, I feel the remnants of my resistance crumble.
“For dinner?”
She steps into the shower with me and switches the spray to something less punishing.
“For you,” she corrects, sliding her hands up my belly and into the thick, dark hair covering my chest.
Groaning, I release my hold on my stiff cock and let it jut out between us. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“You said you didn’t want a mate. That’s fine. This can be one of those holiday hookups I keep hearing about.”
I frown. “I don’t want to be a holiday hookup.”
“You don’t have to make me any promises. I’m a big girl. I know people can enjoy intimacy without having to make a commitment. You said if you stayed, you’d find it hard to keep your paws off me.” She looks up at me through her lashes and drags her fingertips down, down, down my body. “I don’t want you to keep your hands off me, Cole. Do you want me to keep mine off you?”
“No,” I whisper hoarsely.
Then her delicate fingers curl around my cock and I involuntarily jerk my hips forward. Already seeking her dripping heat. Already so close to spilling my seed.
“I’ve never done this before.” She leans in, trails warm little kisses along my chest, and gives me a tentative stroke. “Will you show me how you like it?”
“After.”
“After what?”
I slide to my knees, turning her toward the wall and positioning her just as I want her. Arms braced. Ass out. Thighs open.
She casts a questioning look over her shoulder, the blonde strands of her hair wet and stuck to her back. Rivulets of water skim over her curves and I want to chase every one of them with my tongue.
Instead, I kneel and run my hands over her thighs, inching toward the juncture between her legs. But when I scatter kisses along her legs, blazing a trail that leads me to the promised land between her legs, she gives a small squeal of surprise when I use my hands to spread her cheeks.
Glistening, sweet temptation greets me and I let out a growl of approval.
“This honey pot is all mine.” I run the tip of my nose along her soft folds, groaning as my cock twitches. She gasps as I drag one finger across her seam. “Jesus, you’re so wet for me, Goldie.”
She squirms and whimpers, hips wiggling.
Wanting.
