LANA
Her blood raced for more.
Lana looked at Trent, still savoring his lingering taste as they broke for air.
He met her eye, grinning.
He swallowed as he looked her over, unable to conceal a hungry desire.
She took his hand in hers and started leading him toward the main bedroom—the very one she said they’d ignore before.
Well, I said we wouldn’t sleep in it… and I have no intention of sleeping right now…
She glanced behind her, seeing Trent’s eyes still glued to her body.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“You tell me,” she said, pressing her lips to his, inside the bedroom. He didn’t respond at first, and she thought she’d made a dreadful mistake. After all, this was her client, and his safety was her number one concern.
So, why was she chasing her own gratification?
But when he groaned and pushed her teeth open with an impatient tongue, it verified the fuzzy feeling that had been building inside Lana since the moment she set eyes on Trent. She allowed him to hungrily kiss her. He coiled as if to spring, his urgency barely concealed beneath the surface of his geeky exterior. This was a man who knew what he wanted.
And Lana was a bear who knew what she wanted.
And she wanted her mate. Immediately.
Her arms squeezed his biceps, and she kissed him harder, biting him a bit before tossing him onto the bed.
“Uh, Lana?”
The fact that he spoke barely registered as she climbed onto the bed, on top of Trent. She bent down, wanting him, needing him, her bear stampeding forward, demanding to have satisfaction.
“Ow, Lana! Stop!”
Trent’s exclamation finally registered, and Lana froze, panting. In her flurry of passion, she’d ripped his shirt off and…
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she cried, seeing the scratches that she’d made without even realizing it. She jerked back, trying to move off of him, but he grabbed her waist and held her in place.
“It’s okay,” he said, smiling shyly at her. “You’re powerful and passionate. I love it. It’s sexy as hell… I just…”
He’s just a damn fragile human, and I almost let my shifter side get out of control.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Lana breathed, though her inner bear hated the sound of it. “You’re right, I’m strong, and damn… Trent. You’re so fucking sexy. I lost myself for a moment, and I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”
For a moment, he looked crushed, but then he shook his head. “You don’t come across like the kind of woman who would give up so easily.”
“I’m not giving up, Trent,” she stroked his handsome face, feeling a deeper regret than she could express verbally. “I’m just being honest.”
True, honesty would be explaining to him that she was a bear shifter, which she considered doing until he gave her a different option.
“What if I tie you up?”
“What?” she breathed the question, feeling her nipples tighten at the idea.
He thrust his hips a little, pressing his hard cock against her and making her nearly moan in desire for him. “This headboard has posts. If I tie you up, then you can’t hurt me, right? Would you be open to that?”
Her bear could break any ties, that she was sure of, but it was something to consider. The ties would at least serve as a reminder to control herself.
“Yes, let’s try it.”
He claimed her mouth, then, in a smooth motion, flipped them both over and straddled her with his full weight, never once breaking their connection. He gripped the comforter on either side of her head, and she felt up his lithe body, enjoying the softness beneath his printed tee.
Her attention focused on the large, hard cock that rubbed against her core, unfairly still behind too many layers of clothing. “What are you going to tie me up with?” she asked before she lost her mind again.
“My belt should work.” She waited while he took his off and threaded it through the headboard posts.
Not wanting to be stuck in the situation still dressed, she pulled off her shirt and bra, drawing a gasp from Trent.
His sweet innocence in the way he licked his lips looking at her was too much. She threw her hands up to the headboard. “Do it, now,” she ordered.
He did as instructed, restraining her with the belt in an impressive way. “You know your knots.”
“Eagle Scout.” Trent had clearly already forgotten the belt as he gripped her left tit hard.
She yelped in pain, knowing fair was fair. She’d done a little damage to him, so it was his turn to dole some out to her.
“You like it rough?” he hissed, licking and then biting the same nipple.
“I do… but you know, going slow and soft can be great too. More tantalizing. Teasing…”
As she spoke, his touch lightened, his fingers brushing against her nipples as lightly as feathers. “Like that?”
“Yeah.” She moaned and rocked her hips, her mind nearly drowning in her desire for him.
“I want you, Lana,” he said, his hands moving from her breasts to trace her abs down to her pants. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
She could have said the same. Instead, she nipped his lower lip, daring him to finish what he started. “Get on with it then. Unless it’s your prerogative to leave a woman hanging.”
Something in his expression simmered.
He accepted the challenge, his urgent hands working her jeans button and zipper, then dragging her pants down until her ginger muff was visible. Lana was proud of the tidy trim, but Trent seemed enchanted by it. His fingers danced over the bone of her hip, tracing that conservative line down to the edge of her opening.
Tugging at the belt reminded her that he was in control, no matter how much she wanted to tear off his pants and get her hands on his cock.
All she could do was encourage him, which she did by spreading her legs wide. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m enjoying myself.” He glanced up as if she’d handed him a billion dollars. Like she was offering him the moon and stars, and he couldn’t accept it. There was fear there. She could smell it rolling off him. Anticipation too.
“I think you’d enjoy it more if you were taking full advantage of this opportunity,” she murmured, rolling her hips in invitation.
His brow crumpled with resolve. “Right.”
She’d meant to tell him to let his cock out, but instead, he buried his face in her pussy, shocking her with his furious licking, as though she were the tastiest dessert he’d ever gorged himself on.
She screamed his name and thrust her hips, begging him to fuck her, but he held on tight, working her clit with his mouth and dipping his fingers into her hole.
This geek really does know what he’s doing! Lana had never had a man take control of her pleasure in such a way, and the entire situation had her approaching climax before she even knew it was happening.
Though she thrashed when she came, Trent held on to her, letting her ride his face while her orgasm tipped over the edge and pulsed over and over again. She found herself pulling against the belt again and reminding herself to let Trent be in control.