Beary Guarded (Polar Bliss Book 2)By: Ruby Shae
Shutting her out.
She had to do something to prove her love.
And she knew exactly how to do it.
Without hesitation, she stood, crossed the room, and let herself into the bathroom.
Steam filled the oversized room, but it couldn’t hide the beautiful design.
The tile floor lead to a pebbled alcove that housed a large, two-person tub built into the floor, and an open shower behind a rock covered wall.
Reid stood under the spray with his head hanging low, and both hands on the wall for support. The water hit the nape of his neck and sluiced down his firm, muscular back and ass. He looked tired and worn out, and she knew she was to blame.
“Not now,” Nate said.
Of course, he would have sensed her presence the moment she’d walked into the room. He was pulling away from her, and she couldn’t bear it.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have trusted you.”
“It’s okay. I understand why you did what you did. Ryker told me about your ex.”
Ryker had told him? No wonder he’d been pulling away. The things she had tried to keep hidden were exposed.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to get you a temporary phone, check all the fluids in your car, and then go back home. You can stay with Reid for as long as you like, but don’t make the trip home without letting me know before you leave.”
Her old fears resurfaced…for about a minute…and she took a deep, calming breath. He wasn’t pushing her away, he was giving her the space he thought she needed.
She’d had enough space to last her a lifetime.
She slipped out of her shoes and undressed quickly, leaving her clothes in a neatly folded pile on the counter, and then she padded across the room and joined Nate behind the rock wall. He hadn’t moved from his position under the spray, and when she placed her hand on his back, he flinched.
“I love you,” she said.
He whipped around to face her and froze.
He’d clearly not expected her to be naked, and her face flamed as he studied her body. It was flawed, even without the scars, but his eyes held nothing but heat. It was obvious he wanted her.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice more wolf than man.
He stepped toward her, placed his hand on the nape of her neck, and covered her lips with his own. Unlike the sweet, gentle, chaste kisses they usually shared, this kiss was a claiming.
He licked her lips, and when she parted them, he shoved his tongue inside her mouth. His hands moved to both sides of her face, and he took another step closer and deepened the kiss. He explored every crevice of her mouth, and with each stroke of his tongue, sparks of lightning raced to her core.
When he finally pulled away, he grabbed her lower lip between his teeth and growled. They were both breathing heavy, and she liked knowing he was as excited as she was. Suddenly, he kneeled down, grabbed her thighs and threw her over his shoulder.
She half-screamed and half-laughed hysterically as he clamped an arm around her thighs, just above the knee. She kicked her lower legs for fun, and to test his hold, but she knew he wouldn’t drop her.
“Turn off the water,” he said.
She reached out and turned the water off, and then placed her palms on his glorious ass cheeks as he carried her to the bed. Her hair had gotten wet when she’d reached for the handle, but other than that, she was nearly dry. Nate, however, was dripping from head to toe.
He dropped her on the mattress, sideways, and pushed her backward until her long, black hair hung off the other side. Then he crawled on top of her and settled between her legs. Their lips met again, and she closed her legs around him. His dick rubbed against her clit, and she tried to hold him in place and use the friction to make her fly.
Nate wouldn’t let her cheat.
He scooted down her body and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her areola, and then scrapped his teeth across her nipple, causing her to cry out. Her pussy wept and contracted for him, and she felt her essence spill out of her cunt.
Nate switched to her other nipple and gave it the same, grueling attention.
“Nate, please,” she begged, and she didn’t even care. She had a feeling she’d always be begging where he was concerned. Funny, it didn’t bother her like it had two days ago.
“Please what, baby?” He asked, sliding down her stomach.
She stilled as he licked her scar, and then squirmed beneath him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Um, can you do that again? Lick my scar?”
One side of his mouth turned up in a wolfish grin, and he licked the scar again.
Holy hell, she could probably come from that alone. Who would have guessed that her scar was an erogenous zone?
She cried out, and squirmed wildly as her breathing became erratic. Her pussy rapidly clenched the air, as if searching for his cock.
“Fuck me, Nate,” she begged again. “Please.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, and prepared to pull, when he dragged his tongue from her pussy to her clit.
She screamed, and he licked her again. And again.