Just Like A Bear: A Steamy Shifter Romance (A Ravenswood Romance Book 3)

by Jada Turner

  He pulled me close to him and ran his strong hands down the length of my back. I let out a soft whimper and a sigh. He picked me up and cradled me in arms and carried me up a grand staircase and to his bed. Emilio was sensual and gentle. He placed me down on the bed and looked down at me. I felt desirable. He caressed my hair, then my face, and let his hands run down to my breasts and cupped them. I was beyond excited. How long had it been since I’d been touched like this. My nipples were hard through my silk dress and Emilio ran his hands lightly over them. His hands brushed just the tips of them, and it was exhilarating. I gasped at his touch. I had never in all my life been touched that way.

  Emilio pulled his shirt off over his head revealing a strong hard stomach and smooth tanned skin. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Now he lay before me completely naked, and was rock hard. He climbed on top of me and used his strong working hands to part my thighs. I moaned with delight. He kissed me softly and then opened my mouth with his tongue. It was a long passionate kiss and I couldn’t stop thinking about how right and comfortable this felt, but much more about how I needed this. Sex was just like a massage, and I needed a release. He pulled my dress over my head and sighed when he saw my naked body.

  “Charlotte, you are beautiful woman. I want you.”

  “I want you too.”

  He put his mouth around my breast and I was in heaven. He ran kisses down my belly and put his hands under my back holding me up as he explored me. He rolled me over onto my stomach and delicately trailed kisses down the length of my back all the way down and over my buttocks. He massaged it with his hands and it became a mix of a sexual rub down and a deep massage. It was making my entire body tingle with delight. He ran his hands through my long brown hair and rubbed his face against it. Then he moved down to the back of my thighs and placed soft kisses there. He used his tongue to lick a path from my thighs to the back of my knees. He enjoyed my body.

  He rolled me back onto my stomach and placed his body on top of mine.

  He looked up and locked eyes with me and with one gentle thrust forward he entered me. It hurt at first for a second. Then I felt my maiden hood give way. It stung a little and then it got better and better.

  He let out a moan and I opened my legs wider to let more of him in. In and out he was slowly thrusting his hips. Moving skillfully and slowly. Then he started uttering some things under his breath in Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying, but the language was so beautiful and romantic I didn’t care. I wanted to hear more and more. He was a skilled lover and moved with predetermined movements that made my back arch up to meet him. He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my side. He positioned himself on his side behind me. He entered me again in this position. He put his mouth near my ear and continued to speak in Spanish and kissing my neck. His hand was on my waist to steady me as he moved in and out of me. It was erotic.

  Then his whole body tensed up but he restrained himself and stopped. Finally the urge to come passed him and he kept going, but now it was my turn. He reached around with his hand and massaged my breast. It was enough to make me feel over excited. Then his hand trailed down my belly and onto my clitoris. He massaged it all the while still inside me. I tensed up and my breath caught in my throat. That was it; I had an orgasm in this position. Emilio slowed his movement as I came. Then he moved faster and faster. He pulled away from me a little and looked down, watching himself go in and out of me. This is what drove him over the edge. With one final thrust he came.

  We stayed in this position as he kissed the side of my body. I was in a vortex of ecstasy. I think my body was in a state of shock. I had denied myself this simple pleasure for so long. Now I was experiencing it to the extreme, with this handsome Latin lover.

  I rolled over and stretched out in the bed. I almost forgot where I was. This gorgeous man had made love to me, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

  “Charlotte, you are very beautiful. You are an English rose,” he said kissing me.

  I knew it was wrong to enjoy this. I knew it was wrong to give my maiden hood to a stranger that I would never see again, but I was a broken woman. None of the rules of society applied to me anymore. Robert saw to that when he left me that day at the altar. I wanted to experience a man before I was too old for any man to want me or find me desirable. At least now I would have this memory to store in my heart and to hold on too. Now at least I wouldn’t die a virgin.

  Emilio stood up and grabbed a glass of water and handed it to me.

  “Now, will you not be sad. Will you no longer cry in the woods?” he asked.

  “I will no longer cry in the woods,” I laughed.

  I wasn’t lying. Now I was so happy I couldn’t even think about being sad.

  “Good. I have cured you. Will you come to my ball?”

  I was shocked that he would still want me to come to the ball. He had already had his way with me. But now I was living a life with no rules. It was very freeing. All the women already talked about me, so it didn’t matter if they found out about this. I didn’t care anymore.

  “Yes, I will come to the ball.”

  Then he took the cup from me. He leaned in and kissed me. I could tell he immediately lit up with desire. He pulled away and put the cup on the table. Then he came back and threw the covers off me. I giggled at this. I looked at him and could see he was hard and ready. He sat next to me on the bed and picked up me up. With his strong arms, he sat me on top of him. I kissed him and then reached down and grabbed his hard shaft. I picked myself up and put him inside me and sat back down. We both let out a deep moan as he slid deep inside me. I froze for second. It felt so good I didn’t want to move. Then he put his hands on my hips and guided me up and down. In just the right rhythm and pace. First it was slow and I moved my hips in circles while I kissed his neck. We did this for what seemed like hours. Then he cupped his hands around my bottom and we went faster. I bounced up and down on his strong rod. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t handle anymore and I felt the familiar build of my orgasm.

  He held me tighter and moved me faster up and down. Then his breathing grew heavy. Finally we both exploded onto each other at the same time. It was complete ecstasy.

  The next two days were filled with a mix of making love and exploring the art of sex together. We fully enjoyed each other’s company. As long as I was home by dinner my parents didn’t question my whereabouts. I would go to Emilio’s estate daily.

  We had picnics on his grounds, then made love in his bed chambers. Emilio’s constant honesty always let me know what was going on in his head so I never felt anxious with him. I just always knew what he was thinking. It was the most comfortable I had ever felt with any man.

  He took me on horse back around his land. He was in the process of dealing with the current tenants and needed to go there to deal with that. We got caught in the rain and became soaked. He rushed us to his home on the horse. We galloped in the rain and it felt wild and free.

  When we arrived he built a small fire in his bedroom. He took off my clothes and dried me. He hung my dress and undergarments by the fire to dry. Then we made love to warm up. It was slow and sensual and he said sweet nothings into my ear. As I straddled him he pulled me close and hugged me while he was still inside me. I wanted to melt. I wanted to stay here forever. I wanted this to be my life always. After we finished our session of making love we curled up in a thick blanket in front of the fire until the rain stopped and I could go home.

  “So, what do you think of Spain?” he asked.

  “I think it is beautiful. You are a lucky man to live there.”

  “Why, why lucky? Not lucky, I make it this way. I want my life to be a certain way. Surrounded every day by beauty and now it is. You English so caught up in work and rules of your people, but forget about love and beauty.”

  His way of seeing the world was captivating to me. He was right. Take me for instance. I was a victim of those society rules. Why didn’t I just run away
? I had nothing here. Why did I force myself to endure it? I could go be a governess somewhere or go to an exotic land. I could figure out a way to not travel alone as a woman. There was a way to do things. I could go live with my aunt in uncle in London and start over. I was beginning to sound like him. He was rubbing off on me.

  I looked at him and kissed him and squeezed him tight. Then it suddenly happened. Since I now had feelings for this man, the fear of it all being over when he left in a few months flooded me. I would go back to my mundane life that seemed like a lifetime ago. Of course this would end that way. Just as my last romance had ended badly, this one would too. It’s just the way it was and I accepted that.

  The next day we hung around his house longer than usual. I didn’t want to go back to home just yet. I liked fantasizing what my life could be like if I lived here. Emilio was working on grounds of the estate. I took a stroll on his grounds alone. There was a small wooden boat parked on the shore of the pond. I crawled in it and laid down. It was the most adorable boat. I watched the birds fly in circles overhead. I let the sun kiss my skin and felt the warmth of its rays. I laid like this for a while. I closed my eyes a bit once the sun was straight overhead. It was so bright. I had a good time resting here, when suddenly I felt the boat rocking back and forth. I snapped up. I looked around me and realized I was several yards off shore! I panicked. I didn’t even feel the water take the boat out because the area is a calm with hardly any movement to it. I looked back at the shore. Okay, don’t panic, Charlotte it’s not that far. You can paddle back. I looked down at the boat and did not see a paddle. I got up to my knees and looked behind me. I picked up items on the floorboard looking for it. It wasn’t in the boat. I was doomed. My only hope was to get Emilio’s attention. I stood up in the boat and screamed as loud as I could. I waved frantically. I yelled for several minutes. I was in tears. This was awful. I looked down at the water. I wasn’t the strongest swimmer but I could try. I had to try. I wouldn’t leave myself to drift out all day into the night. Just then I heard my name faintly. I looked up to see Emilio. I stood up and waved and screamed and made sure I looked frantic. He looked at the ground and saw the paddle. He picked it up and dove in. He swam fast and hard. In no time at all he had reached the boat.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I had drifted. There’s no paddle in here and…”

  “It’s okay, I got you,” he said breathless. He handed me the paddle. I put it down on the floorboard. Then with one swift movement he hoisted himself into the boat. Emilio immediately, came to me. Hugged me and rubbed my back.

  “Charlotte, my Charlotte. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

  “I’m okay,” I said as I started to cry. He hugged me tighter.

  “Oh my Charlotte,” he kissed me aggressively. As though he had lost me and now had me back. Then he let go and grabbed the paddle and began to paddle back to the shore. His shoulders were strong and with each movement I could see his muscles ripple. It was intoxicating to watch him be a man. Here was a man that had rescued me, and all I could think was, Robert was right. This is it. This is the moment he talked about in the letter. The moment I would think back and realize that us not getting married was the right thing to do. If we had I wouldn’t be here with this man, the real true love of my life. This is a man that, with out hesitation, dove in risking his own life to rescue me. He was focused on getting us back to shore, and it was exhilarating to watch it. Nothing made me feel more feminine like I did now. This man took care of me. He rescued me from a life of mediocrity and now he rescued me literally. I owed him everything. Yet he made me feel like I owed him nothing. It was his pleasure to do these things for me. It’s what he wanted to do. I was in awe of him. I felt more bonded to him now than I had with anyone ever in my life.

  Finally we were in a few feet of water. He jumped out and dragged the boat the rest of the way onto the shore. He reached his hands up to me and carried me out of the boat. Now that his rescue was over he could give me his full attention.

  “You sure you are not hurt?”

  “Yes, I am fine really. I feel so stupid.”

  “Water, lets get you some water.”

  He put one arm around my back and escorted back to the house. He gave me water and told me to drink it in small sips until it was gone. All the while he was lecturing me in Spanish about not falling asleep in a boat that is not tied. When he was done nursing me, he looked at me and let out a big sigh and said,

  “Charlotte, don’t ever do that again. You my corazon, Charlotte.”

  Then he pulled me to him tightly and kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss. One that devoured me physically and emotionally, and I let out a whimper as I accepted it. I was struggling to hold back tears. The emotional experience of drifting out to sea and the beautiful words he had just said to me moved me beyond words. I let a tear trail down my face. Emilio wiped it away with his thumb. We stared at each other, locking eyes until we both knew we had to have each other right then and there.

  He picked me up and laid me on the floor. He ripped off my clothes. The sounds of the material ripping were the best sounds of desire I had ever heard. I didn’t care about my clothes. I wanted him to tear them off me. He went down to my thighs and parted them with his strong hands. They were the same hands that had rescued me earlier. That’s how I thought of those hands now. He was my hero now and forever. He placed his face between my thighs and penetrated me with his tongue. He moaned out my name when he came up for air, “Aye, Charlotte.”

  He went back down and licked me up and down. Then he pressed his tongue against my clitoris. First a soft pressure then harder. As he pushed harder he moved his tongue in circles. I was in tears. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. The beauty of it all was emotional. Emilio let me cry. He knew they were tears of happiness and there was a certain beauty in the bitter sweetness of my tears.

  I arched my back up and he put his hands under me cupping my buttocks. He pulled me closer to him, pushed his face into me. He held onto me as I climbed higher and higher. Then I tensed up and my voice was lost, and one second later I came. I came into his mouth. He drank it up all the while saying, “Aye Charlotte, aye Charlotte.”

  After he was done tasting me he crawled on top of me. I held him tight. It was astonishing and the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. I was so in love with this man. I kissed him again and again. Then I lay back and waited for him. He put his body between my thighs and placed the tip of shaft inside me. Then he put his mouth on mine and held that kiss and thrust himself inside me. We both moaned. It was glorious. He moved slowly inside me. It was more about connecting and being one than about climaxing. Neither of us were in a rush. I wanted him to stay hard for the sole purpose of being inside me. We stayed motionless and only kissing for long lengths of time, him still inside me. When we were done with our kissing and hugging he started to move faster inside me. He propped himself up on his hands and moved his hips forward and back in rapid succession. He moved in and out of me in short bursts. He hovered over me looking down into my eyes as he moved within me. Then we both started to breath heavily. I was on the verge and so was he. He moved faster and faster and then we both yelled out together. We exploded onto each other. Our juices mixing together as we both released ourselves, and let our flow between us. Emilio put all his weight on me and lifted his head up to kiss me. We kissed while he stayed inside me.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The Grand Ball

  The next day it was time for the ball. I was so nervous. I didn’t know if I would be good at keeping our secret. I dressed in a green gown of silk and lace. It was the best one I had. My hair had small white flowers pinned up inside of it and I wore white gloves. My father and mother escorted me to Emilio’s estate. When we arrived I had to act like I was in awe of the place. As though I had never been before. I looked around the grand ballroom and nodded at people saying hello while my mother and father talked. I scanned the room for Emilio. He was nowhere to be seen. Then the band
started and every one danced the first dance. I sat on the side of the room waiting to be asked to dance.

  Then it happened, I saw Emilio. He was standing at the front of the room with a woman. I knew her. It was Rose Harrington. She stood with her father and her arm around Emilio’s. I was confused. What was happening? The band stopped and Mr. Harrington took the floor.

  “Thank you all for coming! If you are wondering why I am making an announcement instead of our host, the Viscount of Seville, it is because I have an announcement to make. As of this evening, my daughter Rose is engaged to be married to the Viscount!”

  Everyone erupted in cheers. I nearly fell over. A sharp breath of air entered my lungs and I felt like I was drowning. How could this be? I saw Emilio standing proudly with a look of proud arrogance on his face. I was insulted, mortified and hurt. He scanned the room and his gaze landed on me. His face changed. I quickly turned and ran away. I ran to the French doors that opened to the outside veranda. I ran out and caught myself against the rail to hold myself up. I was dizzy with hurt. I was motionless for a good ten minutes. I was numb with pain.

  When I finally got my senses back I realized that I had done this to myself. Emilio never proposed marriage and I had never asked for it. In fact I entered into this affair with only wanting sex. Then somewhere along the way I fell in love with him. I fell in love, not him. I straightened up and gathered my pride. I would go inside and find my mother and tell her I needed to go home. No doubt she would want to stay. I would take the carriage and have the driver return for them.