BEARing it All (Wylde Brothers 3)
Kind of crazy for her to think like that, but it was what it was, and she was sick of questioning everything in her life. She hadn’t ruled out leaving Sweet Water, but what was to say she couldn’t give herself willingly to Bram?
Kenzie had never been made love to, had never been stroked and caressed and kissed, and she knew Bram was just the bear to show her that there were good males out there still.19Kicking her self-doubt and worry to the side for just a small amount of time, she did what she wanted to do, what she ached to do every time Bram was near. Kenzie initiated the kiss.
At the first touch of her lips against his, fire licked along her spine. It was just a kiss, but then again, it was so much more. Rook slipped further and further into the back of her mind, and all she could feel, smell, and hear was Bram.
When he speared his hand in her hair and pulled her more firmly against him, she moaned against his mouth. He was just so possessive, so powerful, and didn’t care about anything but getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
It exhilarated her, consumed her, and made her want to forget everything that happened the last eleven years and just be the ten-year-old little girl who’d grown up and still had her parents with her.
She wasn’t going to pounce on his large body right in the middle of town, but she was going to let her deer do the leading for once, and right now, it wanted to let this bear have his way with her.
The kiss was everything she remembered from back at his cabin, but it had her wanting more, and she knew he could give it all to her. Breaking away from him, she was pleased that he looked stunned.
You put that look on his face, Kenzie, her inner deer whispered inside her, and pleasure coursed through her veins.
“Unless you want me to make eggs and bacon for dinner, we might need to make a stop at the store for some ingredients.”
Bram blinked several times, and she couldn’t help but smile at his bewildered expression.
“How can you talk about food after a kiss like that?”
That made her smile. “You’re the one who first brought up food.” She nudged him in his rock-hard chest and liked that she could tease him and feel so at ease by his side. It was refreshing yet scary all in the same breath. He ran a hand over his mouth and looked around. Kenzie let her eyes travel down his body and spotted the impressive bulge that pressed against his fly.
I will not think about that right now. I will not think about that right now.
“Groceries, Bram.” Her smile widened when he genuinely looked lost. “A supermarket? You know, it’s where they sell food, unless you want scrambled eggs again.” Before they left and made their little deal, she had taken a look in his refrigerator. Aside from the basics of milk and juice, there was only a few cartons of eggs, and a bag of potatoes and onions that sat on his counter.
She hadn’t looked in the freezer, although she knew it was probably stocked with plenty of protein. For a man his size, he would certainly need a lot of the latter.
“I have some steaks in the freezer at the cabin.” He skimmed his eyes down her body. “I’m not in the mood for red meat, but I can think of something else that sounds pretty fucking good right about now.” He leaned in closer until she felt his warm breath along her lips. “Am I going too fast for you, Kenzie?”
He sounded genuine, and she knew in her heart, felt it surround her, that he really was. Yes, this whole situation was fast, unexpected, and confusing, but it also felt right. Bram felt right. She shook her head at his question, unable to find the words, because he was so close, so overpowering, that all she wanted to do was get lost in everything that this male was.
He leaned in the rest of the way and ran his tongue along her lips. A shiver wracked her, and for the hundredth time, she asked herself how she had gotten so wrapped up in this male.
“We will finish this later, baby, because I can smell how much you are there with me.” He kissed her once more and took a step back. “Damn, woman, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.” His expression was one of awe, and her heart picked up speed.
Bram was cocky and overly self-assured of his prowess, but he was also confident and knew exactly what to say to make her a puddle at his feet. Before she could respond—not that she could have said anything after his statement anyway—Bram was taking hold of her hand and leading her down the sidewalk.