She nodded frantically, so turned on now that her pussy felt hot and swollen and throbbing with a slow, insistent pulse.
"Please," she begged. "Please."
With a smooth movement, he lifted her off his lap. Holding her with effortless strength, he lowered her to the rug and followed her down.
"Lie back and open your legs for me," he commanded.
Steffi obeyed. He sank to his knees between her spread thighs. He towered over her, naked and rampantly erect, his eyes almost glowing now.
"You are so beautiful," he told her. "And you smell wonderful."
Evan kissed his way down her rounded belly, then continued his erotic tease by scooting backwards and kissing his way slowly up the inside of her thighs.
Higher…higher…he was going agonizingly slow. She whimpered and raised her hips as impatience and desperate need consumed her.
Finally, he reached the top of her thighs and blew lightly across her aching, sensitized folds. Steffi moaned at the teasing touch.
Evan inhaled deeply, his nose brushing her. "I've been dreaming about doing this to you for days now."
His strong hands on her thighs restrained her as she arched against the rug and tried to grind herself against his mouth.
Then she felt the tip of his tongue circle her eager clit in a slow swirling caress. Steffi shook.
"Oh, God," she said, fervently, as he finally stopped teasing her and set to work with enthusiasm.
The guys she had dated before had occasionally given her oral, but it had never felt like this, wild and urgently ravenous.
But Evan plunged right in, kissing, licking, sucking every secret part of her. He fucked her enthusiastically with his tongue, teasing her with its thick, slippery length until she was begging.
And the entire time, he looked like he was enjoying doing this to her almost as much as she was enjoying having it done.
He brought her right up to the edge—then stopped just before she went over.
She made an inarticulate sound of protest, desperate for release.
"Do you want to come now, Steffi?" His voice was husky and very low. And his eyes were nearly gold now.
He gave her a long, wet lick, and she moaned, nodding frantically.
"And you're going to scream my name when you do?" he asked.
"Y—yes," she managed. "Oh, God, Evan, please."
"Your wish is my command," he said, before lowering his face between her thighs once more.
He took her clit between his lips, caressing it with his lips and tongue, and she came harder than she'd ever come before. She cried out his name as sweet, almost unbearable waves of pleasure wracked her for long moments, and clutched at his hair as his mouth continued to work magic between her legs.
He moved up and over her as her climax slowly died away to lingering ripples, and she suddenly remembered something very important.
"Evan," she said urgently, "I'm not using any birth control right now."
He swore and twisted, reaching out a long arm to snag his jeans from where they lay crumpled on the floor nearby.
When he righted himself, she saw he was holding a condom packet between his fingers. "Problem solved," he said triumphantly.
"Oh, thank God," she said. "I really didn't want to stop now."
"Me neither," he agreed fervently.
A few moments later, and he was back in position, solid and heavy above her. She felt the large, blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance and arched eagerly against him.
Then the apartment's landline phone rang.
"Really?" Evan said incredulously. "The gods hate me."
Steffi groaned and hooked her heels behind his knees. "Let's ignore that. We have more important things to do right now," she told him.
He gave her one of those slow, sexy smiles in response and kissed her, long and slow and wet. He felt huge as he slowly pushed his way inside her, stretching and filling her.
The phone rang twice more before the answering machine kicked in. Steffi started in surprise as she heard her father's voice.
"Steffi, it's your Dad. I tried your cell but it's turned off. Please call me back as soon as you get this message. I just received some news about Jessica."
"Oh no! I have to get that!" She pushed at Evan's shoulders, and he lifted himself off her. Then she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the phone, which sat on one end of the breakfast bar, hoping to hit the Answer button before Dad hung up.
"Dad!" she said, panting. "I'm sorry I couldn't get to the phone on time. What's the news?"
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Royce slink out of the bathroom and head for his dog bed, which was placed between her bed and Olivia's portable crib. He turned his head and examined Evan's naked body suspiciously as he swung around the couch, giving her date a wide berth.
"I got a call from Patrick's boss Dr. Harmon just now," Dad said heavily. "He told me that the search and rescue folks located the wreckage of the plane earlier today."
Why didn't he sound happier about that?
"Oh no," Steffi said. She felt as if all the heat and happiness had suddenly drained out of her body, leaving her an empty husk. "Are they—" she couldn't finish the sentence. "What did they find?"
Evan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back against him, drawing comfort from his warm, solid presence.
"Nothing. They couldn't find any bodies in the wreckage." Dad's voice sounded strained and tired.
"So Jessica and Patrick might be alive?" Steffi demanded.
"I don't know. I…don't think so." She heard Dad sigh heavily. "I was told that given the severity of the crash, it's unlikely that anyone could have survived. Dr. Harmon thinks that scavengers might have dragged away the bodies."
"No," Steffi said numbly. "Oh, no. Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry."
"I don't know what to think right now. Dr. Harmon thought it might be best if we knew that the chances were almost overwhelming that Jessica, Patrick, and their pilot are all dead."
He sighed. "At least they didn't take Olivia with them. How is she doing?"
"She's doing just fine," Steffi assured her dad. "Patrick's mother is having fun spoiling her, and there a lot of cousins and other relatives living near Bearpaw Ridge. She fell asleep a little while ago."
"Well, that's good," said Dad. She heard Mom's voice in the background. "Don, tell her to give Olivia a kiss from us!"
"I'll kiss Olivia for both of you," Steffi promised. "And I'll keep praying that they'll find Jessica and Patrick and the pilot alive and just camped out somewhere."
"That's what we're praying for, too," Dad said. "It's only…well, Dr. Harmon didn't sound very optimistic."
"Stranger things have happened," Steffi said. "Let me know if you hear any other news, okay?"
"Of course," Dad assured her. "Love you, honey. Talk to you soon."
"Love you too, Dad." Steff hit the Off button on the phone handset. She realized she was shaking.
"I'm so sorry about the bad news, Steffi. Do you want me to go?" Evan asked quietly, resting his chin on top of her head.
Steffi clutched his forearms where they were wrapped around her. She didn't think she could bear to lose his warmth tonight.
"Stay with me. Please, Evan."
Chapter 15
"I want you, Steffi. I want you so badly that it's all I've been able to think about since I met you."
Evan turned her in his arms and pinned her against the breakfast bar, hands tangled in her hair as he bent and captured her mouth in a heated kiss.
It was passionate, a little rough, and totally hot. She made a noise of pure need deep in her throat and arched against him, and he felt the delectably soft skin of her belly pressing against his rigid cock.
Her fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders, and he relished the sensation of her bare breasts pressing against his chest like two soft mounds. He ran his hands down her back, her naked flesh taut and warm and deliciously curved at wa
ist and hip and ass.
Evan drew back a little, his breath coming fast. "Last chance," he growled. "After this, you're mine."
What the hell? he thought, as soon as the words had escaped his throat.
But that mine felt like a shot of whiskey hitting his stomach, spreading heat and light like a miniature sun.
He lost his train of thought as she smiled up at him and skimmed his cheek and jaw with her fingertips. "Does that mean I'm finally going to get my dessert?"
"Yes," he said. "And as many helpings as you can take."
Oh yeah. He was going to fuck her brains out tonight and make both of them very, very happy.
Steffi giggled, her blue-gray eyes alight with good humor and desire. "Goody. I just love dessert."
He leaned in for another kiss and slid his hands between them to caress her nipples with his thumbs. Her earlier response to having them kissed and nibbled had been so hot that she'd nearly made him lose control.
Her breasts were perfect, round and soft and exquisitely sensitive. A guy could lose himself in playing with them, with the added bonus of driving Steffi out of her mind with need while he was doing it.
She was already panting and wiggling against him, rubbing herself against his cock as he continued to touch her while plundering her sweet mouth with his tongue.
He inhaled the perfume of her arousal and felt drunk with desire.
I really should take my time and enjoy this, Evan thought as he lifted her.
But she was more than ready for him, and after all of the foreplay they'd already indulged in before dinner, he wanted her much too badly to go slowly.
"You're gorgeous, you know that, right?" she said, panting, as she wrapped those sweet legs around his hips.
He grinned, "So are you. I guess we're a good match."
"Well, you did mention that we had chemistry," she responded and kissed his throat.
He laughed, then carried her over to the bed. She never stopped kissing him, frantic caresses on the side of his neck, his chin, his mouth.
"Evan," she begged when he lowered her to the mattress. "Please. Now."
"Oh God, yes," he agreed.
He moved his hips until the blunt head of his cock was once again pressing against her wet, hot entrance. Then he moved into her with one powerful thrust. She was slippery and tight, and it felt wonderful to finally be inside her.
"Oh. My. God," she gasped, arching beneath him.
He took her fast and hard, his mouth covering hers, muffling her moans as he moved against her, angling his thrusts so that the length of his cock caressed her clit with every long, sliding movement.
Steffi wound her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He felt her heels hook around the backs of his knees, and the moment when she climaxed, caressing his cock with powerful pulses.
She moaned, clinging to Evan as his thrusts sped up.
He felt his own climax winding up as he pleasured her. Watching her come, her cheeks flushed and that soft mouth opened, sent him over the edge.
Evan gasped against her lips, and his thrusts faltered and lost their rhythm.
He exploded in a white-hot rush, every muscle in his body tensed as he came. His climax seemed to go on and on without dying away, lifting him up and over a rushing waterfall of pure pleasure.
When he was finally done, he relaxed and rolled down next to her on the bed.
Steffi gave a happy sigh. "Wow. That was an incredible dessert," she said and propped herself on her elbow to kiss him.
"We're not done yet," he assured her.
He climbed out of bed to retrieve the rest of his store of condoms from his jeans pocket, then proceeded to kiss and caress every inch of her until she was panting and flushed and begging him.
Then he hooked her legs over his shoulders before entering her again.
This time, his movements were slow and deliberate as he drove her to another climax before coming himself. As before, he came hard and for a long time.
"Wow," he said as he withdrew and braced himself over her to kiss her.
"Wow is right," she agreed and gave him a breathtakingly sweet smile in return.
He spooned with her for a bit, rekindling her arousal by playing with her sweet breasts while nibbling on the nape of her neck; then he let his fingers trail between her thighs to tease the little bud there until she was panting and trying to grind herself against his hand.
"I want you on all fours this time," he told her. "And I want to fuck you hard and fast."
"That sounds great," she said and obliged.
This time, when he took her from behind, he let his bear out to play.
It was raw and animalistic, his fingers digging into her hips as he went deeper and harder than he had before. She gasped and writhed, and when he reached around her to finger her clit, she cried out and came so hard that her whole body shook with the waves of her climax, squeezing him and summoning his own orgasm.
A brief respite of kissing, then, unbelievably, he was ready to go again. He'd always had a lot of stamina, but this was amazing. It seemed that Steffi herself was some kind of aphrodisiac.
Evan didn't question his luck but just set to work again driving Steffi to distraction. She was perfect—beautiful, passionate, and so responsive to him that it didn't take long before she was begging for him.
This time, she rode him as he sprawled on his back, hands reaching up to cup and squeeze her breasts.
"You're amazing," he told her, and she redoubled her efforts.
When he came, thrusting up into her with a loud growl, she collapsed onto his chest.
He was still inside her, and still hard. He reversed their positions and took her hard and deep until he came again.
She didn't, and that bothered him, though she was smiling dreamily up at him from the pillow amidst a cloud of soft, wildly curly hair. He really liked that moment when she surrendered completely to him and he was able to give her intense pleasure in return.
"Please tell me you're done!" she said, laughing. "I've never had this much sex before. I've never even dreamed it was possible."
Evan looked down at himself, a little ruefully. "Yeah, I'm done. It was great. But—" He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You didn't come this time. And I never leave a job half-done."
"Half-done? As if!" She laughed. "I didn't know I even could come that many times in a row." With a visible effort, she raised her hand and stroked his face. "This is one hell of a first date."
"Glad to hear it," he said, patting her sweetly curved ass. "Now, I want to see you come for me one more time."
"I can't," she protested, giggling and trying to roll away from beneath him. He pressed down with his hips and held her in place. "I can't move. Swear to God!"
"You won't have to do a thing," he promised. "Just lie back and enjoy yourself."
He took his time with her, savoring her taste, her scent, and the lovely noises she was making as he worked his way down to her pussy.
When she came, her breath sobbing in her throat as her delicate folds pulsed against his lips, he drew out her pleasure as long as he could.
Afterwards, he drew her close and held her naked in his arms, skin to skin. Her breath tickled his throat, and he inhaled the scent of her hair.
Something inside him shifted and settled into place, like a puzzle piece filling a gap he hadn't known was there. He cradled her against him, bathed in her scent and her warmth.
His bear said triumphantly, Ours. She is our mate now.
And Evan went cold as he realized that he had just been tricked.
Why didn't anyone warn me that just one real date would be enough to seal the mating bond with her!
And his bear hadn't warned him either, the fucking bastard.
It had wanted him to seal the mating bond with this Ordinary woman. And it had gotten what it wanted.
Now I'm committed. Fuck.
He curled around Steffi in the bed and waited for the usual feelings of panic
to set in. For thoughts of escape to begin clamoring in his head, like they always did.
This was the point in his relationships when he always began formulating his exit strategy and how to break up with his current lover with the least amount of pain and drama.
It didn't happen.
Instead, he felt…content. As if an empty space inside him had been filled with something warm and strong.
"You know," Steffi murmured sleepily as she draped her arm over his stomach. "I'm really going to miss you when I go home."
Now he felt the panic. It felt like a huge, icy boulder pressing down on his chest.
Steffi was an Ordinary, so of course she couldn't sense their mating bond. Or be compelled by it.
It was up to him to find a way to convince her to stay in Bearpaw Ridge…or to talk her into letting him follow her back to California.
Evan had never been in this position before. He didn't know how to make a woman want to stay with him. He only knew how to extricate himself gracefully from a relationship that was getting too serious for comfort.
He wanted to feel angry about how his bear had tricked him into this. He didn't want to contemplate having to leave his job with Fish and Game and move to a city in a different state from his family.
But most of all, he didn’t want Steffi to leave him. She was his now, and the realization felt both utterly right and completely unsettling.
* * *
The next two days were the oddest of Steffi's life.
On the one hand, she was trying to come to grips with the fact that Patrick and Jessica were really dead and that she was now responsible for Olivia forever.
On the other hand, her fling with Evan was making her deliriously happy.
He was the most amazing lover she'd ever had and one of the kindest and most considerate people she'd ever met.
In fact, she wanted to marry him on the spot when he brought her coffee in bed the morning after their first date.
He played with Olivia in both her human and cub forms, and even Royce forgot about keeping his distance when Evan was there and ventured to accept a treat from Evan's fingers.
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