both of them smiled. Tara was trembling all over, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She kept glancing at his lips, wanting to kiss him and make away with all the uncertainties and she hoped it didn’t go unnoticed.
Colden wetted his lips, his shoulders stiff from trying to keep himself from grabbing the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her hourglass curve and those soft red curls had driven him wild and being so close to her without touching and tasting more was torture.
“Good. I’ve wanted to ask you out from the first time I saw you, but I kept missing my chance and falling all over myself. Sometimes, when a bear finds the woman meant for him, they both feel an immediate connection, as if they were old friends reunited across many years. I felt that for you, but I didn’t know if you felt the same for me…” he said, his words trailing off as she nodded quickly. Her expression exuded urgency, the red locks bouncing up and down on her chest.
“I did, I felt that I had known you my whole life.” That was all he needed. Next thing she knew, she had been scooped up by his muscled arms and she was straddling him, their lips locked in a passionate kiss that had been in the making much too long.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, Tara’s hand caressing his scraggly hair and the skin of his neck. He pushed her against him tightly, as if wanting to make sure she could never wander too far from him ever again. Their tongues mashed together, moans escaping their lips as they discovered each other’s mouths and let their shared passion be known, loud and clear. Her fingers tore at his buttons, the barely concealed lust taking over her with full force. It was as if Tara’s body was coming to life for the first time, awoken from a dreadful slumber by Colden’s deep kiss. She bucked against him and he grabbed her ample ass with both hands, kneading the supple flesh. Tara wanted to touch and feel all of him, right now, the need almost blinding.
Her heart soared after his words, finally knowing that he had felt the same for her as she for him. She had stressed over her immediate desire for him for so long that having it now become more than welcome, she didn’t know what to do with herself. The buttons came undone and she pushed his shirt down his shoulders, her hands sliding over his broad muscles. He was hard under her touch, not an ounce of unneeded flesh about him. Built for agility and strength, his body took her breath away. She felt tiny and soft next to him, Colden seeming to enjoy her curves as much as she loved his edges.
Colden kissed her mouth as if he was making love to her, soft and gentle, but with enough force to show her that he meant business. Tara’s hands trailed across Colden with curiosity, learning each muscle and crease. When she went to remove his undershirt, he complied. His broad chest made her want to curl up on his lap and rest against it, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Their urgency grew with each passing second, his hands tearing at the buttons of her waitress outfit. He pulled loose the belt and then the buttons popped open easily, until she was left only in her lingerie before him. Colden drank in the sight of her luscious curves and then kissed down her neck to her chest. Tara arched her back and moaned as his fingers undid her bra and cast it aside as so much useless baggage.
Her bountiful breasts fell free and he attacked them with the hunger of a man who had been denied his claim for a year. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and the skin pebbled to a tight peak underneath his tongue. She giggled and the man bucked against her, his hips rubbing against her sex. Tara was wet and wanting, throwing caution to the wind. She would have never allowed things to move so quickly if it were any other man but Colden, but the rugged beast had a hold over her that she couldn’t and wouldn’t shake. She wanted all of him, right now, and
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