He looked at her as if he wanted her in that moment, and her arousal for him went to the point of breaking her. But he looked at the lake again without making a move, and she swallowed past the roughness in her throat. She looked down at his crotch, saw that he was most definitely hard, and breathed out softly. Tarren shouldn’t have reached out to grip his bicep right then, but she did. She wasn’t drunk, knew that this was what she wanted, had wanted. She was going to just take it and hope Lucas didn’t think she was crazy.

He looked at her, and Tarren felt his bear rise up. She didn’t stop herself from leaning forward, slanting her lips on his, and breathing the same air as he did. She tasted the alcohol on his tongue, and her heart jumped behind her ribs. They kissed for several seconds before she pulled back just long enough to look at his face. There hadn’t been any tongue in involved in the semi-soft kiss, but it was passionate and had her blood pressure rising. And then the sound of Lucas tossing his bottle to the ground filled her ears.

He speared his hand in her hair, gripped the strands in a hard hold, and pulled her forward. Lucas had his mouth on hers seconds later, stroked her lips with his tongue, and grunted in response.

He continued to kiss her, licked at her lips, sucked on her tongue, and had her becoming so damn wet that her panties were soaked clean through. She gripped his broad shoulders, curled her nails into his flesh, and pulled him closer. A moan left her, just spilled past her lips as he took control of the kiss. She knew that she might regret this in the morning, or hell, even right afterwards, but she didn’t care right now.

Her nipples were hard, stabbed through the layers of her clothing, and rubbed painfully against the material. He groaned against her mouth, and cupped both sides of her face, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss and own her completely. That was how Tarren felt: completely owned by Lucas. They breathed the same air, moaned at the same time, and then she found herself on his lap, straddling his hips, and grinding herself on his erection. God, he was huge, but then again he was a grizzly bear shifter, and the son of one of the biggest males she knew.

“I should stop this, but right now I want you too fucking badly, Tarren,” he said against her mouth, and then started kissing the side of her face, and moved down to her neck. He ran his teeth over her pulse point, which was beating fast beneath her ear.

“No, don’t stop.”

He groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back as he slid his hands onto her shoulders. He grabbed her breasts, massaging the mounds, and she swore she felt his cock jerk beneath her. She held onto his shoulders tighter. Tarren felt high from the feeling of his hands on her, of his mouth and tongue seducing her, and of his breathing matching her own.

He bit the side of her throat, and a gasp of pleasure and pain left her. Her clit throbbed with every beat of her heart and her pussy was so wet she couldn’t stand it any longer.