Bear to the Rescue(Bear Claw Security Book 3)By: Terry Bolryder
“So you would if you could?”
He grinned wryly. “I didn’t say that.”
“It was implied.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he said. “I want the picket fence. The little mate. The house. The whole shebang.”
“Hm,” she said. “All men say that at the start.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know,” she said, waving her fork. “Let’s just eat.”
“All right,” he said, and then it was awkwardly quiet again, just the sound of them chewing.
When they were done, he stood and stretched. “Come on. I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”
“Not where you’re sleeping, right?” she asked, looking up at him.
He put a hand on the counter and came closer. The tension between them that had been building since they’d left the office was so tight it was ready to snap.
She nearly stopped breathing but forced herself to keep going.
“Why?” he asked. “You don’t want to share a room?”
She shook her head vigorously, and he smiled, his eyes hooded and sexy as he tilted his head.
He reached out to put a finger under her chin, tilting her gaze to his. Her whole body tingled.
“The way you’ve been looking at me all night makes me think you want me to break my promise,” he said quietly.
She swallowed. He was right. It was far too easy picturing him naked now that she didn’t have her food or the fear of imminent danger to distract her.
He was the best-looking man she’d ever seen.
“I don’t want you to break your promise,” she said.
His lids lowered slightly, and he let out a breath that caressed her shoulders with soft whispers. “Good, because I’m not the type that would ever do it.”
Then he pulled back. “Come on. I’ll show you your room.”
Her legs were shaky as she followed him up the stairs. Ugh, she wanted him. Now that she was full of his amazing cooking and in his amazing house, she couldn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t just get down and beg him now.
The stupid bear inside her was ready to mate.
But the scared human knew it wasn’t possible. She needed to stay distant in order to survive.
He showed her to the end of the hall to a beautifully appointed bedroom. “There are fresh towels in the shower. Anything else you need, you know where to find me.”
She nodded, pressing her lips together.
“Oh, and, Regan?” he asked, his hand on the door handle, his huge, masculine body taking up all the doorframe.
“Yes?” she choked out.
“All you gotta do is beg,” he said. Then he was out with a quick, rakish wink, leaving her furious and horny all at the same time.
She felt the two sides of her warring against each other. Then she ran after him and grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him back in shock.
He looked at her with surprised eyes, blond hair ruffled, slightly off balance. “What?”
She took a deep breath. Perhaps she couldn’t do the whole commitment thing. But perhaps if she gave her bear just this much, the animal inside her would shut up and let her think. Let her find a way to get back to her old life.
If she just gave it a night with this handsome male bear. Something she’d been wanting and denying herself since the moment she met him.
“Yes?” he asked, folding his arms and tilting his head cockily.
“I, um… am begging.”
He looked genuinely shocked by that. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Dammit, now I’m regretting this,” she said, her face flaming as she turned away.
He caught her by the arms and spun her up against the door, so quick but so gentle it was like being caught in a whirlwind.
He stroked her hair back from her face. “Don’t regret it,” he said.
“Don’t make me regret it,” she replied, already wondering if it was a mistake as he leaned down, his lips heading for her neck.
As he touched the skin there and her whole body sighed in relief, she forgot to worry about regretting it.
She felt like she’d never regret anything less in her life.
Bronson held her against the door, their bodies so close he could feel her heat, her need, the softness of her breasts brushing against his chest as one hand held her side and the other cupped the small of her back.
He placed a single kiss at the base of her neck, and she let out a soft moan. It was so quiet it was almost a whisper yet so satisfying it lit his desire for her like a furnace, burning for this woman more than he had any other person in his entire life.
Regan would be all his.
Even if it were for just one night.
Caging her in tighter, his lips caressed and kissed over her neck, and her hands found his back as her body responded to him. He moved to her ear, then to her cheek as the flood of pent-up sexual tension that had building between since the first time they’d met started to pour out from behind the dam of his self-control.
Something about her changed all the rules.
Unexpectedly, Regan jumped off the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist, and Bronson’s grip moved instinctively to hold her soft, generous ass that had been teasing him too long. Glad to be gifted with large hands, he squeezed as he moved her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as he went.