She piled her hair on top of her head and secured it with a clip. Bear crouched before her, taking off her boots and running his hands up her legs. His touch made her whole body want. He lifted her dress over her head, and it sailed to the floor, followed by her bra and panties. He helped her into the warm bath, which felt luxurious, instantly relaxing her.
He pulled off his boots and socks and unbuttoned his jeans, never taking his eyes off her as he unzipped his jeans ever so slowly. She licked her lips at his provocative striptease as he worked them over his powerful thighs and kicked them to the side. Lord, she loved the way he looked in those black briefs. Visually devouring that formidable bulge, she scooped up bubbles and spread them over her chest, sinking lower in the warm water. She was slick between her legs, and she had the urge to touch herself while she watched him. It was the first time she’d experienced such a strong pull for the lascivious desire. He was watching her so intently, she wondered if he could tell. She couldn’t resist brushing her fingers over her taut nipple, and inhaled sharply at the heat that seared down the center of her body.
He stripped off his briefs, exposing the part of his body she’d come to crave. She loved touching him, loving him with her mouth, her hands, her body. My soul. He knelt by the tub, kissing her as he dipped his hand beneath the bubbles and caressed her belly, moving his hand up as he took the kiss deeper, until it rested just beneath her breasts. She arched, wanting to feel that rough, strong hand caressing her, his fingers inside her. He feasted on her mouth while he moved his thumb lightly over the underside of her breast. When she tried to lean up, he slid his hand lower, teasing over her curls and dipping between her legs. She moaned into the kiss and felt him smile. He loved drawing out her pleasure, and she was learning to draw out his when they were making love, learning how to angle her hips, how to touch him and how to kiss him, how to suck on his neck when he was buried deep inside her and bring him right up to the cusp of release.
His fingers moved over her sex, without entering her. She broke the kiss, the anticipation overwhelming. He kissed her neck, dragging his tongue along her jaw, then nipping at it as he continued his relentless taunt down below. She grabbed the sides of the tub, raising her hips.
“Bear,” she said breathlessly.
“I love hearing you say my name when you’re so close to the edge. But I love hearing it even more when you come. Scooch forward, baby. Let me get behind you.”
He climbed in behind her, and she leaned back, sighing with the warm, wonderful feel of his hard body. He wasted no time, sliding a hand between her legs and turning her face toward him, capturing all her needy noises in a penetrating kiss. There was something about being just out of reach that made their over-the-shoulder kisses scorching hot. His finger drifted over her sex, driving a path between her legs in a magnificent rhythm that brought her hips up and made her toes curl under. She soared with pleasure, and his free hand threaded into her hair, keeping their mouths fused together until she collapsed against him.
She turned, wanting—needing—to be closer. Straddling his hips, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. She was conscious of all the places their bodies touched and of the water lapping at her belly, sloshing over the sides of the tub.
“Hold me,” she whispered. Dropping her hands between them, she curled her fingers around his erection.
One of his arms circled her waist, and the other snuck into her hair, tugging it from its tether. It tumbled around their faces as they kissed, and she worked him with her hand. She stroked him hard and tight the way he liked, taking extra care to squeeze at the top. His kisses drew her in, turning her loving thoughts darker. Hearing his masculine groans made her want to feel more of him.
“Bear,” she said feverishly. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“We can’t use a condom in the tub.”
“I don’t want to. Can I just feel you for one second inside of me without you coming? I need to be closer to you.”
He ground his teeth together. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want, but seriously, that’s playing with fire no matter how much control I have.”
Adrenaline and passion burned through her, making her heart race and her breathing ragged. She kissed him again. “One second, that’s all. I’m definitely going to see my doctor about getting on birth control. Jesus, how do people hold back? I want so much more of you.”
He smiled as he kissed her, lifting her up and lowering her slowly onto his shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.
“Ohmygod. You feel so big. This is heaven.” She moved, and he gripped her hips, stilling her.
“No moving. Heaven and hell, sugar.”
She whimpered as she forced herself to climb off the most glorious man on earth. “Come on.”
He held on to her as they stepped from the tub. The second her feet were firmly planted on the bath mat, he plastered his body to hers, kissing her breathless.
She took his hand and ran toward the bedroom, not caring that they were dripping wet and sudsy. He tackled her on the bed in a fit of laughter, nearly crushing Harley, who scampered to the floor.
“Condom,” she said urgently.
He sheathed himself in seconds, surprising her when he sat up against the headboard and reached for her, lifting and lowering her onto his shaft as he’d done in the tub. “Ride me, baby.”
She put her hands on his shoulders, and he took her breast in his mouth. She was already so close to losing it, she held on tight, hoping to stave off her orgasm. Her head fell back as their bodies moved in perfect sync. He lavished her other breast with the same attention, circling her nipple with his tongue, then closing his mouth around it. Cool air rushed over her damp, heated skin, bringing even more titillating pleasure. Cupping her breast in one hand, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive tip, causing her whole body to clench.
“Bear,” she panted out.
His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing as he pressed in deeper, stroking over the hidden spot that he seemed to find so easily, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. He pulled her into another mind-numbing kiss, capturing her cries. She could feel his body growing tense as hers gripped and pulsed around him, urging him toward release. She rode him faster, and his fingers tightened in her hair.
She could feel him holding back, knew he wanted to last for her. She loved that about him. “Let go,” she said against his lips. “I love when you lose control.”
A rough, male groan sailed from his lungs as he found his release. “Baby, baby, baby.”
They lay on the damp sheets for a long while, until goose bumps covered her body and he insisted they change the sheets. After changing the sheets and cleaning up the trail of water they’d left from the bathroom to the bedroom, she was digging through her shirts looking for something soft to put on when Bear handed her a bundled-up shirt.
“What’s this?” She looked down at the soft black material.
“Something I got you on the island.”