The door slammed as he kicked it closed behind them, and then she was on her feet again, unsteady but upright as he shoved her jacket off her shoulders and threw it on the ground. He didn’t stop stalking her until she was to the couch. The backs of her legs hit the edge of the cushion, and she plopped onto it with a yelp.
“Clumsy,” Nox accused through a grin. His crystalline blue eyes danced as he reached down and hooked his fingers in the hem of her jeans. Without even unbuttoning them, he peeled them off, shoes, panties and all, like she was some kind of horny banana.
Daylight streamed in through the thin curtains, illuminating the room. Nox ripped his shirt over his head in one smooth motion and rested a knee between her legs. She could see every line of tattoo ink, every ripple of muscle. This was the part where she was supposed to be self-conscious about her body, right? Well screw that, because Nox was looking down at her with such a hungry expression in his eyes, she couldn’t feel like anything but a sexpot vixen right now. Feeling bold, she canted her head and gave him a devilish grin, and then she laid back and spread her knees apart.
“Fuuuuck, woman,” Nox murmured, his wide eyes between her legs. “I want to eat that,” he said, pointing. Then he jammed a finger at her tits. “Shirt off, I want to fuck those.”
“There are rules this time.”
“Fuck rules, I break them. Shirt off.”
“Missionary, and then you can do whatever you want next time.”
Nox gave off a frustrated growl. “I don’t know how to do missionary. I’ve never done it facing forward before.”
“What?” Nevada asked in shock, lifting up to her elbow. “Never?”
“Well, no! Animals do it from the back. I’m an animal. You’re an animal.” He frowned. “This is unnatural.”
“This is like a dandelion,” she murmured. Did he understand? Did he realize she was telling him another way to show affection for her?
His eyes softened, and he looked so uncertain. It was strange to see that on a big grizzly of a man, shredded with muscles and tattoos and a big manly beard and that long hair on top that flopped in front of his face.
Slowly, Nox lowered himself to her, pressing his weight on top of her until she sank into the couch cushions. Gently, he pulled her sweater over her head, unsnapped her bra in the back, then draped them on the arm of the couch behind her, and as he shucked his pants, his eyes never left hers.
Naked, powerful body humming with tension, he hovered over her. “Nothing scares me but you.”
But the way he said it made it sound like not such a bad thing. And plus, she understood. He was creating a tornado of change within Nevada after she had stood still for so long. It was terrifying, but it also felt right.
Lifting up slightly, she pressed her lips to his, and when she relaxed against the couch pillow again, he chased her mouth and stayed with her. His fingertips were gentle as he brushed them through her hair and then gripped the back of her neck. And as his tension eased, he relaxed on top of her, his warm skin blanketing hers until there wasn’t an end or beginning to either of them. He felt so good pressed against her, the head of his cock right there at her entrance, teasing. He flexed his abs and rolled his hips forward, pushing all the way into her. He eased back and watched her face when he did it again. Nevada rolled her eyes closed at how good he felt sliding into her and arched her back against the couch cushions just for the chance to be even closer to him. He was filling her just right, touching her just right, and when he brushed his fingertips up her forearm, intertwined his fingers with hers, and pressed her hand over her head against the arm of the couch, the glowing, tingling sensation inside of her heated up even more.
He was being gentle, and sensitive, this man who had probably not lived a gentle day in his life—he was doing it because he cared for her and wanted to meet her needs. And from the awed expression on his face, maybe he’d needed this too, without realizing it.
He leaned down and kissed her lips gently as he pushed into her again. He quickened their pace but kept it smooth, and now the pressure was building fast in her middle. Clawing the nails of her free hand up his flexing back, she bit his bottom lip gently. The soft growl that rumbled up his throat was nothing short of sexy, and his skin under her hand was now covered in goosebumps. He squeezed her hand where he held it above her head and dipped his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his stroking inside her.
She was so close. Soooo close, and from the way he was speeding up, thrusting instead of easing, Nox seemed close, too.
Nevada wanted to…do something. Something more. Something that would make them even closer. Something that would bind them. It was an instinct, and in her throat a tiny snarl rattled. Hello, Fox. Where have you been all these years? Apparently Nox was the only one who could call her out.
Bite.
Nevada kissed down his jaw and then tested him by clamping her teeth gently at the base of his neck. Big, dominant, brawling grizzly let her have his throat. She was shocked. Foxes never gave their throats, but he trusted her.
Bite him.
What, Fox? Bite him? He will bleed. He will hurt.
For a moment, but he won’t mind.
So close, the pleasure was blinding.
“Do it,” he dared her in a deep, gravelly, inhuman voice. His eyes were silver now. Beautiful brawler. Beautiful loner. Beautiful match.
He bucked into her harder and faster, and she was gone. With the first pulse of ecstasy, she bit down as hard as she could, determined to make it fast for him, and then she released him. He groaned the sexiest sound and covered her lips with his as he slammed into her again. As the first deep throb of his release shot warmth into her, he gripped her hair in the back and locked his eyes on hers like she’d asked.
Her body was floating with the intensity of her orgasm, and his release only spurred hers on, making her body so sensitive. He felt so good filling her up, so good pressed against her, so good with his one hand in her hair, the other pinning her hand above her head.
Nox, Son of the Cursed Bear, the man who thought he was incapable of anything but fucking, had just made love to her.
And as their aftershocks slowly faded away, she leaned up and kissed him in a silent thank you. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, unable to ignore the red streaming down his neck.
The corner of his lips twisted up in a smile. “I think love is the best kind of pain.”
With anyone else, that would have been a strange sentiment. But with Nox, it made perfect sense. He didn’t love like other people, and he didn’t feel love like other people. He was different from the bones out, and that was more than okay with her. Because she was different from the bones out too, and they could love however they wanted.
“Thank you for the dandelions,” she whispered on a breath. “Now I’ll always think of you when I see them.”
The smile dipped from his face for a moment and was replaced by shock. “You’ll look for me in the dandelions?”
Nevada nodded. “I think you should look for me in them, too.”
His blond brows furrowed in question. “Say what you mean.”