Page 19 of Caught Bear Handed (Sawtooth Security #3)

“After we got back from the ranch, your scent was so strong. Like the sunshine had activated it. I could hardly see straight.” And now, I could barely spit out the words, with her thick thigh so close to my hard shaft.

“No big shock I was about to kiss you right then and there when Barrett’s messages started coming through.

I’d taken it as a sign that I couldn’t think of you as my…

I had to stay professional. But those feelings didn’t go away because my boss called and you went into the shower.

It took everything I had not to go in there and pick up where we left off.

Instead, I took care of things on my own. ”

“You mean, you got yourself off,” she said.

I nodded.

She ran her fingers from my chin, down my chest, letting her hand fall into my lap. I thought I would fucking explode as she started stroking my cock through the fabric of my pants.

“Just like this?” she asked.

I groaned.

“You need to tell me if I’m doing it right, Beau.”

“Wasn’t so gentle,” I finally managed.

“Good to know.” She placed a quick peck on my cheek.

“Because I have a confession too. I knew damn well you were about to kiss me, and when that phone started buzzing, I cursed Barrett, Sawtooth Security, every satellite in the sky for sending that message at that moment. Even though they were doing exactly what I’d asked them to do, they were in the way.

” She laughed. “And I had to do something about it. I wouldn’t let the moment slip by like I did when you came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. ”

“What did you do?”

She closed her eyes for a long blink. “I pretended you were in the shower with me.”

A low rumble vibrated in my throat. “Great minds. Maybe we should move this?—”

“No,” she said, still caressing my cock. “This is perfect just as it is. You can surprise me in the shower another time.”

“Deal,” I growled. “Now if you don’t let me get you out of these clothes, I’m gonna fucking explode.”

A satisfied smile blossomed on her face. “Me too, bear, me too.”

I loved how willing she was to acknowledge my animal in the heat of this moment.

I pulled the T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, startling Gigi.

Normally, I’d apologize to her, but I was too consumed with my mate to say another word.

I’d never been so turned on before. Those gentle strokes were enough to make me explode, like I was an eighth-grade boy who’d stolen a dirty magazine.

Kayla was wearing a sports bra, nothing fancy, but I loved the way her cleavage swelled from its neckline.

And her nipples pebbled with anticipation under the fabric.

I ran my finger along the seam, slowly, gently, just like she’d been touching me.

Then I dipped a finger inside, circling the hard nub.

Her head fell back, and a low moan escaped her lips. She brought her hands to her breasts, like she wanted to guide me. She moved my hand and pulled the bra over her head. It landed on the floor, beside the shirt.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” The words were barely more than a breath as I lowered my face to her bare breasts.

“Thank you,” she said. “They’re probably not as perky as you’re used?—”

“They’re perfect.” I wouldn’t let my mate have any doubts about her body.

Her breasts were heavy but firm, with her pink nipples slightly upturned.

No, she wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever been with before, and that was just the way I wanted it.

I wanted everything between us to be new, exciting.

No going through the motions with this woman.

I drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Those hands were back on my shoulders, nails threatening to leave their mark. Oh, my mate’s nipples were sensitive. Good to fucking know. I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to everything else I had planned for her.

My teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, and she writhed in my lap in response. I moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, and her breath became frenzied.

I could’ve played with her tits all night long, loving the way she reacted, but my bear demanded more. He wanted to claim her. Human me knew it was way too soon for that formality, even though we’d both said the M word about each other. Claiming was forever and this…

Do you think this incredible woman wants someone who doubts himself? my bear scoffed. Show her that you’re worthy of claiming her and it won’t even be an issue.

He was right. And Kayla had been right about that underdog energy. All my life, I’d had to prove myself, take on more than I was comfortable with, rise from the bottom to the top. And I’d never felt like it was enough. This woman had made all her dreams come true. She could show me the way.

Her hands were on the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. It joined the pile in the middle of the room.

“Mmmm,” she moaned with satisfaction as she ran her hands over my bare skin, into my chest hair. “It’s just as soft as your beard.”

Every move sent fire coursing through my veins, and there was only one way to stop it from burning out of control. I tugged the waistband of her shorts, and she moved to let me drag them down her thighs.

“Kayla.” I stopped, stunned. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“Maybe I had a feeling they’d get in the way.” She pushed the fabric the rest of the way down and unhooked the shorts from her ankles. “Your turn.”

I made quick work of my shorts and boxers. Kayla watched, sinking her fingers into the delectable slit between her thighs.

Oh, fuck.

“Is that what you did in the shower?” I asked.

She nodded, leaning back on the couch and opening her legs so I could see all of her.

Sweet moon, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

Her sex was slick as she moved her fingers rhythmically along her clit. It swelled in response to the movements. My first instinct was to put my hand on my shaft, but my bear corrected me.

Instead, I put my hand over hers. She startled, but then smiled, guiding us both.

She was so fucking wet and ready for this. My fingers glistened as I followed her movements, circling the nub, watching her body quiver in response.

Perfection.

Next, she teased her opening, dragging her fingers slowly over it.

There was no fucking way I could do that without slipping inside her.

A rumble blossomed deep within her as I slipped my finger in and out, and her tight muscles welcomed me. I added another finger, stretching her, and loved the way her muscles contracted. Her legs opened wider, and her fingers fell away as she surrendered to me.

I couldn’t resist finding out if her arousal was as sweet as her scent.

She cried out when my tongue made contact. Fuck, it would be hard to not become addicted to her sweet taste. I let my tongue follow the motions she’d just shown me. All I cared about in this moment was pleasing my mate.

You’re enough for her… You don’t have to prove it. Look at the way her body’s reacting to your touch.

It took everything I had to open my eyes and look up at her. Her belly rolled with each breath, like she was trying to keep a storm at bay. Her arms were spread wide, grasping the cushions. And her skin glistened with dew.

I’d done that to her. My bear was right. It didn’t matter that I was new to Sawtooth Security, more than a decade younger than her, or the feral bear who’d grown up outside of this clan. I was capable of reducing Kayla Mitchell to a quivering mess.

She deserved everything I had to offer.

I crawled up her body, feeling like fur could break through my human skin at any second. The last thing I wanted to do right now was shift.

My lips landed on hers, and she drank the taste of her arousal from them.

I grabbed my shaft, positioning myself to enter her, and Kayla pushed me back, surprising me.

“Let me ride you,” she said as she climbed on top of me. Her eyes widened. “Wait. We need a condom.”

“Fuck.” My head fell back on the cushion. I didn’t pack any—I’d only had minutes to get my stuff together, and I hadn’t planned on having sex with my client.

“I don’t think I have any with me,” she said, moving onto the cushion. Her body was flushed, and her hand was between her legs.

It took everything I had to get off that couch. My cock pulsed with need, and my legs were jelly. I checked my wallet. I usually kept one tucked in there for emergencies, just like this…but all I found was my license and a couple of twenties.

“I don’t have any, either.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I never thought?—”

“That’s okay. We can pick this up where we left off.” She rose from the couch, all wolf as she moved through the living room. She motioned to my cock. “But for now, I can take care of that.”

Without another word, she fell to her knees. Grasping my shaft with all the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from a man, she slipped it inside her mouth and started moving back and forth.

Stars exploded in the corners of my vision. Her mouth felt so fucking good. But I had to make this up to her. I had to show her that I could keep her safe.

That I could be her everything.

No more mistakes. This woman deserved everything I had to give her.