Chapter 19

Bram deposited her on the edge of the bed and sat next to her. He rubbed his nose on her neck and inhaled.

"You smell delicious." His bear was close to the surface wanting to feel her close. "I love you, Tabby cat."

She kissed him, pressing her body to him. "Show me how much you love me."

He kissed her jaw down to her collarbone. "What exactly do you want me to do to show you."

"You're a smart man, Bram." She tugged on his T-shirt to get it off him. "You know what I want."

He lifted his head from her chest and met her gaze a grin on his lips. "I don't want you to think I'm easy."

She growled and yanked at his clothes, working hard to get them both naked. "You being easy right now is something I was counting on."

"Well, okay. Since you said that so nicely," he chuckled. He was naked and she was in her underwear in the blink of an eye.

"Don't you want me, Bram?"

"Ah, witchy woman, of course, I do." He pushed her back on the bed. "I did say I wanted dessert first, didn't I?"

"Then show me." She lifted up to kiss him, her tongue sliding over his lips. "Show me. Now."

"I'm trying to be a gentleman," he muttered, yanking off her underwear, leaving her bare for his touch.

"I don't want a gentleman, I want a growly bear."

Bram's control snapped. He growled and cupped her breasts, caressing her nipples and giving them little pinches.

"I want you," she whispered, kissing his chest again and pressing her breasts into his hand. "I like that."

"What?"

"Your hands right there," she groaned. The sound of her ragged breathing made him hard as a rock.

Bram cursed under his breath and kissed her deeply, taking everything she gave him. He loved every part of his witchy woman, from her strong and magical side to her sexy, flirty side. And this wanton side, this was his favorite. She groaned and wiggled her hips on his hand. He fondled her, sensing her need for him growing with every rub on her clit.

"Please, Bram. Inside. I need you. Fill me up."

She scooted back on the bed making him crawl his way to her. He watched her parted thighs beckon him near and licked his lips.

He stopped once he held himself above her with one hand.

"You want me inside you?"

"Yes. Please." She widened her legs, welcoming him to her. He rubbed his hardness between her slick folds. Up and down. The heat from her sex begged him to fill her.

"Oh, Bram. Stop the torture."

He claimed her lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and loving the taste of her. He'd never tire of her. Never tire of hearing her little moans when he kissed her or the way she curled her tongue over his, rubbing his and driving him crazy.

Tabitha wantednothing more than to force Bram into taking her then and there. He kept teasing her and her body felt like it would internally combust. Fire burned in her blood and her muscles ached from waiting. She dug her nails into his shoulder, raking them up to the back of his neck. Then he was there, and with a hard thrust, he was inside her. So deep. So perfect.

They both groaned at the feeling of his body taking hers. She gasped and pulled his head down to press her lips to his. They kissed and he thrust in and out of her. Her back arched and wind gusted around them.

He pulled back, taking her harder, deeper with each thrust. Her magic swirled around them, creating tiny fireworks around the room. It was as if her giving herself fully to Bram had brought a new aspect of her magic to life.

She glanced up at him. Perspiration coated his skin. Her gaze glued to his. It was so hot.

"I'm keeping you, Tabby cat. I'm going to make love to you for as long as I live."

More fireworks went off around the room. "Yes, please." She wanted that more than her next breath. She moaned with each of his thrusts.

He growled and dug his claws into her hip. "Will you be my mate, Tabby cat?"

"Yes. Yes, please," she choked out.

His movements became frantic. She groaned, clinging to him, digging her nails deep into the back of his neck.

The tension inside her unraveled so fast, she choked, struggling to catch her breath. A scream tore from her throat as her body trembled with the strength of her climax. His claws raked across her hip, leaving a burning sensation. He pulsed inside her, the heat from their joining creating a friction hotter than her magical fireworks. His thrusts slowed until he held himself stiff and roared her name loudly. He pumped his heat deep inside her.

They stared at each other for a long moment, the connection between them growing with every second that passed. Then he lowered, his lips brushing over hers, lightly at first. The kiss grew in depth and passion and she soon realized this was what she'd been missing her whole life. This soul-deep connection with someone that loved her in every way possible. But she had it now. She had Bram.