Page 30 of Coveted By the Bear

“You’re beautiful, too,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

The sides of his mouth turned up in the barest of smiles, and his eyes fell to my lips. He rested his hand on the other side of my leg, fingers curling against the fabric of my dress like he needed me closer. Then he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the neck.

A helpless sound came from my throat, and my body turned boneless as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“I can smell how aroused you are,” Caleb murmured against the tripping pulse under my ear.

My breath came in a pant as he slid his hand up my leg and under the billowy material of my dress. I clenched his shirt in my fists and pulled him closer.

A deep chuckle reverberated against my collarbone. “Is this what you want, Mira?”

Fooling around in the cab of a truck with the man I felt more connected with than any other person on the planet? “Hell yes,” I breathed.

I squeaked in shock as Caleb pulled the lever under the seat and rocketed the bench backward. In one swift motion, he pulled me over his lap and ran his hands up my legs, rucking my dress up to my hips. We were definitely going to be late to dinner, but I couldn’t find it in me to care right now.

I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, but he grabbed my hand and lifted somber eyes to mine. “No.”

A little hurt bloomed inside of me. “Why not? Is it the scars?”

He nodded once.

“Okay.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and re-buttoned the one I’d managed to undo. I knew all about hiding scars. Patience, I could do.

Instead, I moved my fingers to the snap on his jeans and arched my eyebrow in question.

This time, a slow smile spread across his lips, and he nodded. The pop of his button was loud in the quiet of the cab.

He lifted my panties under my dress and slid his hand against my sex just as I unsheathed his erection. I bucked against his hand instinctively as he slid a long finger inside of me.

“God, you’re already so wet,” he murmured. He sounded almost…proud. Reaching around me with his other hand, he pulled me closer and rested his hand on my tailbone as I rocked against him. I hadn’t a clue what to do right now, but as pressure built inside of me, I felt the urge to do something. Shimmying his pants down lower, I brushed my fingertip up the length of his shaft. It was so hard already, like stone, and it twitched under my touch. A soft rumble sounded from Caleb, and he relaxed into the seat. I brushed him with two fingers, his jaw clenched, and his hips rocked forward. When he opened his eyes, they were bright, with the barest hint of gold around the edges. The rattling in his throat grew louder when I wrapped my hand around his base and stroked up the length of him.

“Are you purring?” I whispered, pride surging through me. I was causing that sound.

Something changed in the way he was touching me. He adjusted the angle of his hand and pressed against a sensitive spot that had me arching against him.

“Bears don’t purr. No more questions,” he said in a soft, gravelly voice. “I just want you to tell me what you like.”

“This.”

“Yeah?”

“And touching you.”

“Good,” he said, rocking his hips in rhythm with mine. He pulled me even closer and pushed my panties farther to the side.

“I like being this close to you,” I said. Slipping my free arm around his shoulder, I rested my forehead against his as I stroked him faster to keep up with the pace he was setting.

He cupped my sex and drove his finger deeper inside of me and I gasped at the pleasure and pain. It ached a little, but not enough to diminish how good he felt inside of me.

He pulled me against him until I could feel his shaft against my thigh. We were so close I could imagine what he would feel like to fill me, not just with his finger. He seemed to be losing control, too, because his hips jerked erratically against me, and he lowered his forehead to my chest, as if he was trying to shield the fiery color in his eyes. A growl rippled through him as I pulled another stroke of his shaft, and then another. I wished my dress wasn’t in the way so I could see our skin so close.

Pressure, pressure, pressure and, “Oh!” Something was going to happen. I couldn’t go on feeling this good forever. “I’m going to…Caleb!” I cried out as my body shuddered and pulsed around his finger.

He gritted his teeth and jets of wet warmth shot against my leg.

When he stilled, breath erratic as he pulled his finger out of me, I couldn’t help the exhausted grin that took my face. I was different now. We were different, my bear man and I.

“Mira,” he whispered, my name almost reverent on his lips. He cupped my face, and his beautiful, inhuman gaze dipped to my lips.