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  There was so much to Regan, so much Bronson wanted to take in and learn about her. Like her scent, a warm vanilla that was distinctly hers. Or the sight of her, eyes closed in ecstasy as he pleasured her breasts, his hands roving over the curves of her belly and hips as he did so.

  As Bronson sucked down on one nipple, Regan’s hands dug into his hair, her nails raking over his scalp as she pressed her body more firmly into his mouth, pulling him farther.

  At this point, Regan didn’t need words to beg. Her body was doing all the talking for her.

  And Bronson was there to listen.

  He continued to lick at her chest as his hands found the zipper of her jeans, pulling it down and exposing just the slightest hint of soft, black panties. He came back up to her, his height towering over her even as she was still seated on the dresser, and claimed her mouth with his own.

  Without even the least hesitation, her mouth opened, seeking his entrance. He obliged immediately, his tongue delving inside and stroking as she moaned against him, her hips rocking slightly.

  He ran one hand down her back, feeling the soft curve of it as he found her ass again, and his other hand moved down her stomach and beneath her jeans. Still holding the kiss, their lips sealed together, his finger found her clit and stroked against it, loving the way her body melded to his, so perfect in every way.

  Regan’s moaning turned to powerful gasps as she gripped his shoulders tightly. Spurred by the sounds of her desire and the feel of her curves against him, he lifted her off the dresser as his finger went into a rhythmic stroking that had her pushing into it faster and faster in an addictive motion that made Bronson crazy with lust, the bear in him roaring to take her.

  Bronson didn’t take even three steps toward the bed before Regan came apart in his arms, curling around him as he held her up, her body rocking with a powerful orgasm.

  He could feel her entire body being shocked with incredible force as he held her, loving the feel of having her come right there against him, in the middle of the room. Even as her body slowly relaxed, he could sense little aftershocks that shook her as he carried her the rest of the way to the huge bed.

  “Damn, you know how to overwhelm a girl,” she said, purring with satisfaction as her head pulled away from his shoulder and she looked up at him.

  “It’s something about you, something that makes me think about doing things I have no business thinking,” he replied, setting her on the bed. Her hands stretched out to the sides, swimming amongst the soft, plush sheets as she looked up at him, gaze just as fiery as ever.

  Somehow, her lying on the bed half naked felt so right. Like she belonged here with him, in his house.

  Mate, Bronson could hear a voice calling to him again.

  But this was no-commitment. Or was it?

  He’d have to figure it out later. Right now, the sight of her like this, shirtless and pants open, was almost too much to handle. The feeling of desire was so overwhelming.

  Bronson pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, and her eyes lit up even more.

  “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?” she asked as he leaned over her, dipping down to kiss her neck.

  “Never,” he said, his mouth moving lower and lower down her body, his fingers finding the ends of her pant legs and pulling them off.

  “Ugh, ever since I’ve been working there, I’ve been fighting off the stupidest thoughts,” she said, a slight moan leaving her lips as he bit gently down at her shoulder.

  “Like?” he asked.

  She came close to his ear, her full lips brushing him in a way that made him shudder. “That gorgeous face. You make a girl want to sit on it,” she teased.

  Bronson let out a growl. It might have been a joke, but all he knew was it set off a rushing in his veins that could only be calmed by one thing.

  With one quick motion, he pulled off her panties as well, leaving her completely bare, so beautiful and wet and ready for him. He could feel himself salivating; she was so close he could almost taste her.

  “Works for me,” Bronson replied as he wrapped his arms around her legs and held them tightly against his thick neck. Then, with one quick motion, he reversed their positions, bringing her above him as he came beneath her, hips directly over his head.

  Regan’s eyes opened in shock. Then her mouth quirked in a smile as she raised a disbelieving eyebrow down at him.

  But Bronson couldn’t wait any longer.

  He needed to see Regan come again.

  Right now.

  * * *

  Regan couldn’t believe the audacity of this man.

  But even more, she couldn’t believe her own body’s response to the things he did. How even the lightest touch sent lightning shooting through her, calling for more and more.

  So overwhelming. So much height, so much muscle, so much…

  Regan felt Bronson’s tongue caress her clit, and everything in her head disappeared as she was overcome by intense physical pleasure coursing through her veins.

  Bronson’s fingers were already a new degree of sensation for her. This was something else entirely, though.

  He licked again, and she felt her own body buck instinctively, both drawn to the pleasure and afraid of the intensity of it at the same time.

  As if in answer to her own hidden desires, his hands came around her legs, holding her against him as she felt the tip of his warm tongue slide over her once again. This time, there was nowhere to run from the pleasure as her body came alive in ways and in places she never had thought possible.

  Her hands, free and looking for something, anything, to hold on to, wrapped into her hair as he licked over her again and again, each time the sensation sweeter than the last.

  Her spine arched from the sensation of it. Her skin burned with consuming need stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. Her vision blurred as she lost all concept of time and space, everything focused at the place where his head met her hips.

  And beneath her, she could see Bronson’s eyes, watching her possessively as he took what he wanted and gave her everything.

  This was perhaps the most complex man she’d ever met in her life. Nothing about him was as it seemed. And as he made love to her like this, so shameless, so selfless, she could hear the bear inside her opening up to new possibilities that she’d never considered.

  But before that thought could go anywhere else, she felt his wet, firm tongue stroke over her one last time, and every piece of her body felt like it was being burned alive, the pleasure so strong she screamed out wantonly, not knowing what to say so speaking the first words that came off her lips.

  “Bronson. Bronson. Bronson…”

  As white light continued to shoot through her, making her feel almost surreally out of body from the power of it all, she could sense Bronson there with her.

  Watching her.

  Holding her.

  Wanting her.

  Needing her.

  Finally, she caught her breath, and Regan came back to reality, her body relaxed and pleasured almost completely.

  Almost.

  Deep inside her, she could still feel a hunger, a want that was foreign and unfamiliar yet completely clear in her mind.

  “I want you inside me, Bronson,” she said, the sound of her voice surprisingly hoarse as she looked down at him.

  Bronson moved up slightly, her body now resting on his delicious, hard pecs.

  “You sure? I don’t want this to go any further than you say,” he said, a hint of caution in his voice, though it was more than obvious his desire for her matched her own.

  Taking the initiative, she moved farther down him, enjoying the sight of his perfect, bulging pecs and the long row of abs, reaching for the buckle to his expensive-looking slacks.

  “Is this clear enough?” she said, undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

  In response, Bronson just gave her a wry smile, looking confident and hot. His normally pristine, blond hair was
mussed slightly, adding a hint of rakishness to his usual appearance.

  Without hesitation, his hands found her legs, then came around her back. A moment later, before she even knew what had happened, she was on her back again, lying on the bed with Bronson above her, watching her dominantly.

  “Then I insist on being the one on top for this,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine.

  Regan had no complaints there, and clearly, her body agreed.

  Bronson pulled of his slacks and threw them to the side, giving her a glimpse of the sheer size of his manhood.

  Apparently, all that height and muscle came with something else.

  As he pulled off his navy boxer briefs, Regan felt her body’s need for him rise more by the second, curiosity mixed with sheer lust to have a taste for him.

  Once he was completely naked, he reached into the back pocket of his pants near them and pulled out a small packet, tearing it open quickly and sheathing a condom over his dick. Regan felt a slight twinge of disappointment, her body acting on instinct, when she remembered they were both bears and they had to be careful having unprotected sex if they didn’t want to be mated permanently.

  Touché, Bronson. You would be the responsible one like that, wouldn’t you?

  Without waiting any longer, he leaned down over her and positioned himself between her legs. She could feel his tip teasing her, just the slightest hint of the delicious pleasure her entire body was coiled, anticipating to receive. For a moment, Bronson hesitated, pulling her tighter than a wire with want, before sliding in with one incredibly long, satisfying thrust that filled her so deeply she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

  Damn. So much better than she’d fantasized about.

  “Oh, Bronson… that’s,” she choked out, trying to say something to distract herself from the rapidly rising pleasure in her but only hearing half-drunk babbling escape her mouth.

  Bronson just smiled, a cocky, self-assured smile that showed a side to him she rarely saw, and leaned down closer to her ear, still inside her.

  “I’d hold on to something if I were you,” he whispered.

  With a smooth movement of his hips, he slid out of her and immediately thrust back in, every ridge of his length making her body scream for more. But this time, he didn’t hesitate and came out and pushed once more in, pounding her with pleasure.

  The feeling was so good, so intense she immediately wrapped her arms around him, hands digging into his back for dear life like a cartoon character slowly sliding down the side of a mountain, making cavernous indents as they went.

  The orgasm building deep within her was so fathomless, so strong that she was almost afraid to come. But she couldn’t resist as Bronson’s body rocked into her, filling her and leaving her and filling her again, over and over.

  And as he moved, she could feel his muscles bulging from exertion, could hear him grunt as she moaned spontaneously.

  Each thrust was better than the last. Each kiss he placed on her neck more intense as she became more sensitive, hyperaware of even the slightest movement.

  Until it was more than she could take. All of it together, coupled with the perfect rhythm of his body and his iron-hard rod deep inside, was beyond what she could handle. With what felt like an explosion, Regan’s entire body tensed around him, her legs and arms and anything that could grab hold of Bronson doing exactly that, followed by shocks of incredible strength coursing through her.

  A split second later, she felt Bronson jerk inside her, which only further stoked the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Over and over she came, so hard she couldn’t tell if it was all one orgasm or a string of so many small ones she couldn’t count them.

  But whatever it was, it felt so good Regan could never describe it with words. Instead, she simply held on to to her huge, strong protector as they rode out their release together.

  Then finally, her body relaxed, and his did, too. She could still feel him inside her at the place where their hips met, could see his handsome blue eyes looking tenderly down at her in satisfaction. But for a long moment, she didn’t want to move. Didn’t want him to leave.

  As long as they were together, they didn’t have to face reality. Didn’t have face the world outside or the truth of the impossibility of there ever being anything everlasting between them.

  Just a minute longer couldn’t hurt, could it?

  Chapter 5

  Mate.

  The word echoed through Bronson as he looked down at Regan. Her dark curls shot through with blue were damp and wild from their lovemaking.

  Well, he’d bet she wouldn’t call it that, but for him, he’d been swept up in the most powerful whirlwind he could remember.

  He’d had to have her, every part of her, and had only just been able to remember to use protection, since as bear shifters, they’d be mated if they didn’t.

  But the thought wasn’t a bad one, at least to him.

  He didn’t like pulling out of her, but he knew he had to before the condom wasn’t any kind of protection.

  She groaned slightly as she let him go. “It’s not supposed to feel that good,” she said, curling her legs up slightly and turning onto her side, displaying the curves of her waist and generous hips to him, making him want to start everything over again.

  “I know,” he said.

  “What?” she asked, looking over at him with flashing eyes. “With your vast experience, you’d know?”

  He shook his head with a laugh, walking to the bathroom to clean up so he could come back to her. He finished and wrapped a towel around his waist, musing that he would need another shower again anyway.

  Maybe they could take one together. First, they had to talk.

  He sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled the sheet up in front of her, looking adorably vulnerable as she stared up at him with those hazy, jade eyes. He reached for a rogue blue curl and tucked it back, resisting the urge to tug on it.

  “I’m glad we finally did that,” he said, sitting close, dwarfing her with his size.

  Her eyes flashed, long lashes fluttering. “Excuse me? Just what do you mean by finally?”

  “I mean you know we both wanted that for a good while.” He folded his arms and looked into her eyes. “What we need to talk about is why.”

  “It’s easy,” she said, putting up her hands. “You’re a male bear, and I’m a female. It’s pheromones. We shouldn’t have trapped ourselves alone in a house together. It was bound to happen.”

  He shook his head with a sigh. This wasn’t going to be an easy woman to win over. “That’s not it at all.”

  “Yes, it is,” she said firmly. “That’s all it can be. After all, bears aren’t known for being very monogamous.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Now it was his turn to be offended. “And what are you basing that on?”

  Her arms came around her knees, over the sheet, and he knew he’d hit a sensitive spot. He wasn’t sure if he should press further. He wanted to know everything about her, but she hadn’t wanted to tell him anything so far.

  “Most bear shifters I know are looking for a mate,” he said. “I guess bears are like men; there are some good ones, some bad ones, some in between.”

  “Not in my world,” she muttered.

  He frowned. “Well, that’s not really fair to me, being judged on that. I mean, I can’t help what they did, whoever they were.” He crossed his legs and leaned back on the bed, giving her his best, most winning grin. “Maybe you could just judge me on my own attributes instead?”

  She frowned at him, but her eyes couldn’t resist roaming over his body. “No. Because that’s not going to happen again. We’re done.”

  He leaned closer, chucking her gently under the chin. “Don’t say that. I’d hate to see you have to take those words back. You know this is happening again. It just depends on what we let it be.”

  She bit her lip, a small smile touching the corners of her lips. “You’re right. I don’t
know, though. This is all new to me, too. I’m not looking for a commitment. Especially with someone I work with. In my opinion, what our bears do together and what we do as people are completely separate.”

  “So you want to use me for sex?” he asked flatly. Not exactly what he wanted to hear, with his inner bear screaming for possession, for mate claiming.

  She nodded. “It’d be a good release for both of us. We want each other. We’re compatible. We’re stuck together for now anyway.”

  He shook his head. “What if I can’t do it without feelings?” He was half serious, but the corner of his mouth quirked, making her think he was teasing.

  He regretted it but didn’t want to be too forward yet. Not when it could all turn into a joke that was on him.

  “Come on. Men aren’t like that,” she said.

  He stood, offended. “You know, just for that, I don’t think I can do it,” he said. “Maybe I’m the type that does want a commitment. Maybe I’m looking for a mate, and I’m going to save all this”—he gestured down his long body—“for someone who wants to lock it down.”

  She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and it was nearly his undoing. But then she shook her head. “No deal, mister.”

  He snorted and walked to his dresser, pulling out clothes and putting them on.

  “So does that mean no more hot sex?” she asked curiously. “No more face sitting? Nothing but business?” She let out a husky sigh, and he felt his knees go weak.

  Think, Bronson, think.

  He was always the one giving his friends relationship advice. He’d never thought he’d be in the position of asking for any. He’d thought when he found his mate, it’d be easy, with a woman who wanted what he wanted, just a simple life of their own.

  He’d never thought his mate could turn out to be a tech savvy hellion who was hot as hell in bed but wanted nothing to do with commitment.