Bearly Mated (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) Read Free Page B

driving me nuts. I’m hanging on by a thread here. I won’t force you if you’re scared, but I beg you not to change your mind completely.”
    She didn’t know what to say, so she remained silent.
    “If you want, I’ll take you back home, and we’ll start our courtship over again.”
    Lizzie brightened and looked up at him. “Do you really mean that?”
    He moaned. She couldn’t believe he appeared so tortured, over her.
    “Yes. It’s killing me, but I’ll keep my word.”
    She made up her mind. “Okay, well take me to your house. I want you just as bad.”

Chapter Four
     
    The house was much smaller than the one she had visited in town, but Lizzie didn’t get to note this fact other than a cursory glance around after they had traversed a miles-long driveway. Patrick pinned her to the door inside and took her lips in the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. His tongue swept the warm interior of her mouth, and he moaned as if kissing her was the highlight of his existence. Lizzie surrendered, loving the feel of him crushing her to the door with his weight and strength. He kissed her until her lips were numb and then moved back.
    Eyes narrowed, he ran a thumb along the plunging neckline of her dress. “Have I told you how delicious you look in this, Lizette?”
    “I thought you were calling me Lizzie now?” She realized what he said and warmed. “Thank you. I like it too. It—”
    A ripping sound rent the air, and Lizzie watched as Patrick split the material down the front and dropped the strips on the floor. Since the style of the dress didn’t allow for her to wear a bra, her breasts came tumbling into view. Patrick’s gaze locked onto her breasts, and while she loved how turned on he appeared to be, she was tempted to cover them. Her breasts were not the perkiest, being so big.
    She raised her hand, but Patrick seemed to guess her intent and captured it. He held on with a gentle but firm grasp and massaged the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. At least she’d been able to wear panties. The white lace scarcely covered her curves, but they were sexy. Her lover was practically drooling, and she gave a sassy half turn to show him her ass.
    Patrick growled. “Mine.”
    He lowered his head to trap one of her nipples between his lips, and she closed her eyes, jaw going slack, head tilted. She arched into his touch, welcoming it. Patrick brought his hand up to squeeze the mound, and the noises he made as he sucked her nipple drove her lust higher.
    Too soon he drew away, but then he sank to his knees before her. A kiss to her swelling clit through her panties sent a shiver along her spine. She tangled fingers in his hair. How she had wanted to do that from the first time she had seen him. So silky and soft, his hair teased her fingers, and she gave it a little tug, wondering if he would like that. Patrick looked up at her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Butterflies of excitement danced in her belly. He curled fingers around the band of her panties.
    “Don’t tear them, Patrick. I like them.”
    “You’re coming,” he said, and his voice thick and deep. “I can smell it.”
    The panties landed in worse shape than her dress, but Lizzie’s protest died on her lips when her lover licked her clit. She cried out and tightened her hold on his hair, driving him toward her. Patrick licked again and this time sucked her bud into his mouth. She screamed. An orgasm built up in her core. No way was she going to come this quick. It never happened so fast.
    “Open your legs, Lizzie.”
    She trembled, spreading her legs, and Patrick’s tongue burrowed into her pussy. Another yelp, and her knees gave. He caught her, thrusting her to the door as he licked hungrily at her slit. His moans sent her higher and higher. She cried out his name. Just saying it seemed to spur him on as he ate every drop of her come.
    Patrick raised one of her thighs and braced it on his shoulder. The movement spread her folds and