by Chant, Zoe
He looked her over. She seemed more relaxed now. So he dipped his spoon into his mousse and offered her a bite, spoon end first. “Try mine.”
Raina parted her luscious pink lips and let him feed her. Then she picked up her own spoon. “Your turn.”
He opened his mouth. Shivers of desire ran up and down his spine as Raina fed him a mouthful of silken pudding. Of course she was his mate. She loved romantic gestures and small intimacies, just like he did. They were perfectly suited for each other.
They fed each other, alternating bites, until they were done. Then Owen remembered something.
“You never told me,” he said. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”
He watched Raina take a deep breath. She bit her lip, worrying it between her white teeth, and he could tell that she was wondering whether or not to tell him. She looked like she wanted to, but the thought of it scared her, too.
Owen was wild with curiosity. “Go on. Do it.”
Her voice was low with desire, throaty like the purr of a lioness. “What I’m doing right now.”
Raina leaned forward, giving him a great view of her luscious, pearly globes. Then a finger stroked his cock under the table, sending a bolt of electric heat through his entire body. Owen nearly levitated out of his seat with surprise. He couldn’t stop himself from gasping aloud, and thrusting himself up to meet her touch.
“Raina!” His voice was the growl of a bear rejoicing in his mate’s boldness.
Take her, rumbled his bear. Take her now, now, now!
Naturally, that was the moment the waiter chose to stop by the table. “How were the desserts?”
“Uh...” Owen couldn’t even speak. Her hand hidden by the tablecloth, Raina was squeezing and caressing his swollen cock. Then she moved her thumb over his balls, rubbing in exquisitely tormenting circles. He felt like he was about to explode.
“Everything’s absolutely wonderful,” Raina said, her voice a little unsteady. Her brown eyes were bright with mischief. Looking straight at Owen, she deliberately licked her lips, making them glisten with a film of moisture from her wet pink tongue. “The best I’ll ever taste... I mean, tasted.”
Owen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, forcing back a groan. That tongue of hers! His mate telling him that she wanted to taste him! Everything about Raina set him on fire.
Summoning all his self-control, he managed to get out, “I can’t wait to taste, too. I mean the next time I’m here.”
“Did you have a favorite?” asked the waiter.
“Oh, it’s so hard...” Raina gave Owen a squeeze. “...to choose.”
There was no way he could top that, and he didn’t want to try. What he wanted was to throw his mate over her shoulder and carry her to some private place where they could have wild sex all night.
He fumbled out his wallet and dropped some cash on the table, hoping that would get rid of the waiter.
“I’ll bring you your change,” said the waiter.
“Keep it!” Owen gasped.
As soon as the delighted waiter left, Owen leaned in to Raina. “My office is right next door. That’s why I know this place. Want to come?”
It was as if once Raina had thrown away some of her fears, she had tossed them all aside. Her warm gaze met Owen’s as she said in a throaty purr, “Oh, I would love to come.”
He managed a laugh as he realized what he’d said. “Princess, me and my broadsword can make you come like you never have before. Now let’s go, before I can’t resist throwing you across the table and having you right here and now.”
The delicate skin of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and he knew that fantasy had turned her on.
A colossal, visible erection tented his pants as he stood, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was about to make love with his mate for the very first time. He put his arm around the welcoming softness of her back, and escorted her outside.
Owen could barely manage to punch in his code to get into the office. All he could think of was Raina’s luscious body pressed next to his, covered by slippery satin, and that soon he’d see what was under that dress.
It took him three tries to get the code right, and then the door slid open. When the door closed behind him, she tilted her head back, ready for his kiss.
***
Raina closed her eyes as Owen bent to her. The heat of his mouth was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was a kiss that made her weak at the knees, but his strong arms were around her, supporting her.
Then the desire that had nearly overcome her so many times before that night became irresistible. She rubbed herself against that steely length, too overwhelmed to even worry that it was too soon or she’d turn him off by being too bold.
He definitely wasn’t turned off. He moved to meet her, pushing her up against the wall. Owen never broke off the kiss, his mouth hot and ravaging, as he rubbed his immense hard-on between her legs. Raina moaned into his mouth. She was so wet that she wondered if he could feel it, even through layers of his clothes and hers.
“Raina,” he gasped. “You’re making me crazy.”
“Me too. I never do this.”
Owen’s green eyes gazed into hers with a startling intensity. “That’s because we’re—” He broke off, as if he had been about to say something else, and said, “Because what we have together is special. Raina, you’re the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve met in my entire life. Maybe you can’t believe it yet, but I’m going to keep telling you until you do.”
“I believe it when you say it,” Raina said. Impossibly, it was the truth. It filled her with the same wild confidence, almost recklessness, that she’d started to feel in the restaurant. “Also, there’s this.”
She laid her hand on the massive length of his cock, stroking up and down. Even through his pants, she could feel its steely hardness, and how it swelled even more in her hand.
Owen groaned, a deep rumbling sound that Raina found incredibly hot. It was as if her touch had wrenched that noise out of him. Even in the dim lights, she could see that the pupils of his eyes had gone huge, the black almost swallowing up the green, like night falling over a forest.
“You turn me on so much,” Owen said, his voice low and husky.
Owen’s hands roamed all over her body, stroking her and squeezing her. She could feel how much he loved touching her body in the passion of his caresses. Raina put her hands under his shirt, loving the strength of his muscles. She could still barely believe that this sweet, sexy billionaire wanted her. But clearly, he did.
He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, hot and demanding. She opened to him, letting him in, and explored his mouth in turn. A faint roughness of stubble rubbed against her chin, but his lips were soft. She could taste chocolate and butterscotch, and knew that he was tasting the same in her mouth, from the desserts they’d fed to each other, spoonful by spoonful.
He suddenly swept her up in his arms. Raina squealed in surprise. No man had ever even tried to lift her before. But Owen lifted her like she was some skinny girl— like she was a feather—
No, she realized. Like she was something incredibly precious to him. He cradled her in his strong arms as if he’d protect her with his life.
Owen strode to a luxurious-looking sofa, wide enough for both of them. Raina wondered if the furniture in the office had been custom-made to accommodate Owen’s size. She would never be too big for him— he was so big himself, he made her feel small.
He laid her down gently on the sofa. It was soft and velvety to the touch. She wriggled against it like she was a cat.
Owen apparently had the same thought. “Are you purring?”
She smiled up at him. “Pet me and find out.”
He stroked her hair, running his fingers through it as if he loved the way it felt. “So silky.”
Then he unzipped her dress, down to her waist. It had a built-in bra, so her breasts fell free.
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said. “Like pearl and roses.”
Then he unzipped the dress the rest of the way, and lifted her so she could slide out of it. Owen rolled off her panties too, leaving her naked under his hot gaze.
Instinctively, Raina started to flinch away. But Owen caught her face in his hands and made her meet his eyes. “You’re gorgeous. You have the most beautiful, sexy body I’ve ever seen. God, I want to fuck you!”
His words made her smile and relax. She didn’t quite believe that she was beautiful. But she believed that he believed it. And she definitely believed that he wanted to fuck her.
Owen cupped her breasts in his huge hands, caressing them with a hungry look in his eyes. He slid his thumbs over her nipples, making her gasp and arch her back at the intense pleasure of his touch. When he rubbed them between thumb and forefinger, they stiffened, responding to him.
And then she cried out aloud when he closed his mouth over her nipples, sucking and nibbling and licking. The wet heat of his mouth seemed to be all over her body. She’d never gotten so much pleasure out of her breasts, or even known that she could. When Owen was licking at her nipples, they felt almost as sensitive as her clit.
Raina had never been so turned on before. It wasn’t just that Owen was so handsome and had such a great body, it was that he was so into her— as much as she was into him. It made her so hot and wet, she could hardly stand it. And all he’d touched was her breasts.
Her pleasure built and built until she wondered if it was possible to come just from having her breasts touched. She didn’t want it to stop, but she wanted more, too. Finally she couldn’t stand it any more.
“Owen, I have to have you inside me,” she gasped. “Now, Owen. Fuck me now!”
“Yes,” he growled. “I will!”
He stripped off his shirt, and Raina admired his body. He looked like a professional athlete, he was so fit and muscular. Then he took off his shoes, and then his pants and boxers. His legs were just as strong-looking and big as the rest of them, but they weren’t what caught Raina’s attention.
His cock was hugely erect, pressing against his belly. Raina stared at its length, its width, its swollen head, uncertain whether to be excited or scared. Then both feelings came together in a thrill that made her head spin.
Owen took a condom from his wallet and put it on, his fingers rolling it carefully over his great shaft.
Size XXL, Raina thought. With an inner giggle, she wondered if, like his clothes, the condoms had to be custom made for him.
She bit her lip with nervous anticipation, waiting for him to plunge into her. But instead he leaned over and kissed her. She could feel the heat rising off his body, as well as the heat and lingering sweetness of his mouth.
Then he slowly pushed into her. She was so wet and ready, he easily slid in. But she couldn’t help a gasp as he penetrated her, both from his size and the sense of fulfillment.
“I love having you inside me,” Raina whispered.
She felt stretched and filled, but not in a painful way. The pleasure of having him inside her was mind-blowing, and so was the intimacy. She felt closer to Owen than she had ever felt to any man.
“You feel incredible,” Owen said. “Like wet velvet.”
Owen reached down and rubbed her clit as he began to thrust inside her. The combination of feelings, his slow strokes in and out of her sopping pussy, and the tantalizing caresses on her clit, sent wave after wave of tingling bliss through her. Her heart was pounding so fast, it felt like a humming car engine. She was overwhelmed both with sensation and with love.
Owen’s thrusts became faster, harder. She could hear his roughening breathing, and feel the slickness of his sweat as their bodies pressed together. Raina could even feel his heart beating, matching her own. She rode the wave of her pleasure until it broke over her, washing her away into a bottomless sea of bliss.
Raina heard herself scream as she came, helpless to stop herself. Owen kissed her harder and thrust once, twice, and then growled his own climax. Even through the condom, she felt the spurt of his hot seed.
Then they both lay relaxed on the sofa, warm and comfortable and close. Owen kissed her, and she ran her fingers through his dark hair. It occurred to Raina that they couldn’t fall asleep on his office couch, but she was too happy and lazy to say anything. And then she fell asleep.
***
Owen woke before Raina. He leaned on one elbow and looked down at her as she slept in peaceful content.
She lay naked on the sofa, the luscious curves of her body displayed like a diamond necklace in a velvet box. Raina’s face was relaxed in sleep, her plump lips slightly parted. She was more beautiful than ever. Her curling hair was spread out in a pretty disarray, making him long to run his fingers through it. Her nipples were rose-pink against the ivory mounds of her breasts. Her soft thighs were slightly parted, letting him see a tiny bit of pink between her legs. Just looking at her was making him hard.
My mate. He could hardly believe that he’d found her. But their explosive sexual connection had sure as hell been real. In the seemingly shy Raina, he’d found a passion and a wildness to match his own.
She stirred, then opened her eyes. He was once again struck by their beauty, a rich brown like the trunk of an oak tree.
He bent to kiss her. “Good morning.”
Raina smiled up at him. “Good morning. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your office. Lucky it was Friday night, or all your employees would have walked in on us.”
Owen laughed. “No, they wouldn’t have. This is my private office— no one else has the code.”
Raina sat up and looked around. “This isn’t the usual sort of office. I didn’t really notice last night— I had better things to look at— but it’s more like an apartment.”
“It is an apartment, really. I call it my office because it’s where I come to invent things. I don’t work well in a corporate type office, with desks and chairs on wheels and fluorescent lights. It makes me feel caged. Like I’m in a zoo.”
“A zoo for CEOs,” Raina said with a chuckle. “I don’t think that’d be a good tourist attraction.”
As she looked around his office, Owen saw it with her eyes, as if he was looking at it for the first time. There was the sofa, and the door to the bathroom. There was a small but well-stocked kitchen, and a table and chairs. The rest of the studio apartment was Owen’s workshop, with a large worktable and cabinets full of neatly organized tools, mechanical parts, and half-made inventions.
“What do you invent?” Raina asked curiously.
“Gadgets. Tech toys. Sometimes I make things just to amuse myself.” He lifted her in his arms, enjoying her cute little squeak of surprise and the warmth and softness of her body against his. “If you take a shower with me, I’ll show you one.”
She lay back, smiling, as he carried her into the bathroom. “I love that your office has a shower.”
“It doesn’t just have a shower. It has a shower with a view.”
Owen turned as he stepped into the shower, tilting Raina so she got a good view of the window overlooking the city. It was all spread out before them, buildings like Lego constructions, the gray ribbons of freeways and overpasses, and the green woods beyond.
“I bet it’s even prettier at night,” Raina said as he set her down. “All lit up like a Christmas tree.”
“It is, but then you can’t see the forest. I get my ideas hiking in the woods, and then I come here and build them.”
Raina glances around the shower. “So where’s the inventions? Don’t tell me you invented soap.”
Owen chuckled. “No. How hot do you like your shower? And do you like a hard spray, or a gentle one?”
“Pretty hot,” Raina said. “And I like it gentle, but heavy, if that makes sense. Big drops.”
“I know what you mean.” Loudly and precisely, he said, “Heat level nine. Force level three. Size level ten. Shower on.”
The shower inst
antly turned on, drenching them in huge but gentle drops of hot water. He loved hearing Raina’s delighted laugh.
“How is it?”
“Perfect! Well, maybe a little cooler.”
“Heat level eight,” Owen said. The water instantly cooled.
“That’s amazing,” Raina said. “When is this going to hit the markets?”
“A couple years, probably. We’re still tinkering with it. So you’re the test audience. What do you think?”
“I don’t know how I’ve lived all these years without a voice-activated shower,” Raina said.
Owen laughed, then squeezed out some shampoo to wash Raina’s hair. As he began to work it in, massaging her scalp, she said, “No voice-activated shampoo?”
“That’ll be in 2.0,” Owen said.
Raina leaned back against him with a contented sigh. Owen luxuriated in having her soft curves pressed to his body. He was overwhelmed with happiness. He’d found his mate!
Once they got to know each other better, he’d find the exact right moment to explain to her that he was a bear shifter. He’d make sure she felt completely safe and wouldn’t be scared by the revelation, even if she was shocked. And then she’d know everything important about him, and they could get on with building a life together.
He wondered when he should tell her. He didn’t want to wait too long, but he didn’t want to do it too soon, either. Maybe in two weeks.
They finished showering, dried off, and got dressed. Owen took Raina into the kitchen, where he made her pancakes, bacon, and coffee.
“You cook,” Raina said.
“Sure,” Owen replied. “I mean, sort of. I can’t do anything complicated.”
“How did you learn? From your family’s cook?”
“Raina, I wasn’t always a billionaire. My family never had a cook. My—” He hastily searched for something other than the truth, which was that he’d grown up with a bear clan in the wilderness. As a cub, he’d happily tagged along to dig beehives out of hollow trees and slap live salmon out of rivers. “My parents hunted and fished. We did our own cooking. I’ve only been a billionaire for about five years.”
“Oh, only that long,” Raina said teasingly.