Domino’s lips brushed against her sweet skin, and his bear grunted and huffed within him, beyond pleased with the turn of events. Harper practically running to him and pulling him into the hottest kiss of his life had been about the last thing he’d expected to happen, but boy, was he glad it did. His hand went to the bottom of her wet T-shirt and slid it up slowly, exposing the silky tan skin of her stomach. The fabric peeled away from her as he moved it higher inch by inch. It was torture for him, but he didn’t want to rush anything, especially given her confession earlier in the park. How anyone could leave her at the altar was beyond him.

The sounds falling from her lips made his cock twitch in his jeans. They had been growing uncomfortably tight since she’d first touched him, and now he could feel himself straining against the fabric. He couldn’t take it anymore. As he gripped her by the butt, he lifted her slightly off the ground so he could rotate them before gently easing her back onto the couch while kissing on her the whole time.

“Can I take this off?” he rasped out as he tugged further on the end of her T-shirt.

“Please . . .” she said breathlessly.

He quickly removed the T-shirt, only to be confronted by her ample breasts, which were encased in a mouthwatering bra. The gauzy greenish-blue material had a lace pattern on it that was outlined in black, and a delicate little bow right in the center between her breasts, while the tinted skin of her areolas peeked out from behind the thin material. He wanted to bite it, rip it off, but he also didn’t want to scare her. His bear’s need to physically claim her was growing more powerful, and he knew that soon, he would either need to back off or ask if they were seeing this thing through to the end.

When her delicate, soft fingers found the edge of his T-shirt, he pulled it off once more, feeling the pull of the bandages on his skin as he moved. The care she’d shown him and his injuries had unlocked something deep within him, something that demanded he care and protect her as his mate, not just a potential mate.

He watched as her eyes traveled over his body, skating further and further down until she could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. As they worked their way back up, her fingers traced the tattoo on his bicep, and he couldn’t help but stare down at her beautiful brown eyes. She had him in some kind of spell. If she had asked for the moon in that moment, he would have done everything in his power to get it for her.

She didn’t, though. All she said was, “Come here.”

Domino obeyed without question, and she pulled his head down to hers, her lips brushing and tasting his own once more, and then he groaned as her hips rocked up toward him. He was far enough away from her that she wasn’t grinding on him, but he still felt her body graze his own, and everything in him roared to take her up on the invitation.

His head dipped, and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it through the lace of the bra. She gasped and writhed under him, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth hanging open in pleasure. He slowly lowered his hips toward her own, earning another gasp and a roll of her own hips once he rested against her.

The fabric of the bra was so delicate that he was worried he’d rip it, so his hand snaked around her back and deftly undid the clasps that held it closed. He lifted it up and off, exposing her exquisite breasts to the world. His fingers found one pert pink nipple, while his mouth found the other. Gasps and moans escaped her as he worked, and slowly, her hips began to rock a gentle rhythm against his own. He knew if she kept that up, he would be finishing in his pants and playtime would be over before it began. As he pulled away from her, there was a sad moan of protest, as though he was taking away her favorite toy, so he began kissing his way down her stomach.

Her tan skin fluttered underneath his lips as he moved over sensitive areas, kissing and nipping as he went. When he landed at her waistband, he looked up at her, only to find her watching him with almost glowing eyes. She nodded slightly, and he knew she was giving him permission to continue his exploration of her body. His fingers found the button and zipper of her jeans while his eyes never left her own. It was intimate and arousing and pure torment all at the same time. He wanted to watch as the jeans revealed more of her to him, but he couldn’t draw his eyes away.

His hands dipped inside her waistband and slowly began to tug. She raised her hips for him, and he pulled and wiggled the wet denim off her. It was too much; he had to see her, so he broke eye contact and watched as her lean tan legs were exposed to him, along with a pair of white lace panties that had a heart-shaped hole just below the waistband. His mouth salivated at the sight. Not only could he see the tight black curls just behind the bright white lace, but the heart cut-out was just plain hot.

The task at hand drew his attention away, though, as he continued to remove the wet jeans from her stunning body. Once they were down at her ankles, he pulled her tennis shoes off before removing her socks and jeans as well. She was almost completely bared to him, and his body was being drawn to hers like a magnet.

Before he could return to his previous position of almost lying on top of her, she sat up. Her hands came to his own waistband now, and she made quick work of his belt while he just knelt there and let her do whatever she wanted. The clink of the metal clasp falling open sounded in his ears while her chilled fingers undid the button and fly on his own jeans. He stood and allowed them to slide down his legs as he toed off his boots and socks.

When he looked at her again, her eyes were locked on his cock. It was pushing at the front of his boxer briefs, and as he watched, her hand came up and began to stroke it. Her breathing was shallow and fast, as was his own.

She looked up at him, and there was a flush on her cheeks, while her eyes were more intense than ever.

“I need you, Lola.” The words rasped out of him. He hadn’t intended to say them, but her hot gaze seemed to pull them from him.

At the sound of his voice, he saw goosebumps break out over her skin and her chest fill with a shuddering breath. She stood and walked past him, taking his hand and leading him back to the bed. Those damn panties swayed in front of him, like a flag in front of a bull. It didn’t help that there was an even bigger heart cut-out on the back side, exposing a good portion of her butt to him as the rest of it pulled against the material as she moved. He was going to remove those with his teeth and make her squirm. She was going to experience pleasure like she’d never had before, and he’d have her calling his name before they were done.