Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) Read Online Free Page A

her hands playing at the bottom of his T-shirt.
    If she moved two inches lower she’d find hard. He’d been fighting his erection since she’d opened the door of her café wearing nothing but a thin dress outlining every single curve of her delicious body. He still couldn’t explain why he’d shown back up at the café, but he’d been unable to think of anything else since meeting her. “I’m not sure what to think.”
    “While you work on your thinking, I’m going to get the rest of this chocolate off your chin.”
    Bobbie pushed her way onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. He sucked in a sharp breath as she kissed his jawline and then used her tongue to forge a hot path across the front of his chin.
    This woman made him so hot. “We just met a few hours ago.”
    She ground her hips against him. “I’m not looking for a mate. But the kiss from earlier is all I can think about. You stopped my shift. That’s something I want to explore. And I think we’d be good together in bed. Great actually.” Her kisses continued up his jawline near his ear. Flicking her tongue against his earlobe, she continued to make a case. “The guys I’ve been with in the past have always labeled me too aggressive. I think you can handle me.”
    He had the distinct impression this interaction between them was more about her handling him. “Handle you out here in all this daylight?”
    “I like the midnight sun. The better to see you with, my dear.” She kissed over his eyelids. “The better to touch you with.” Her hands pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt, and her warm palms connected with his skin. “The better to taste you with.”
    “Bobbie, wait.” Man, he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue.
    Her face displayed an array of emotion, and when she cast her eyes down to the blanket, it appeared she’d settled on embarrassed. “I really am too aggressive, aren’t I?”
    “It’s not that.”
    She quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t like blondes?”
    “I won’t lie and say I don’t want you. But I think we need to set some boundaries.”
    This time she wiggled both eyebrows. “Oh. Like don’t-stick-it-in-there boundaries?”
    “No. More like what happens if our families find out?”
    She used her thumb to trace his ear lobe. “At the end of summer we’ll part as well-satisfied, secret friends. Emphasis on the secret. There’s no need to involve the families. Haven’t you ever wanted something just for you?”
    He did. She topped that very short list. But he needed something else from her. “One more condition.”
    “You need conditions for casual sex? You’re spoiling the mood.” Bobbie slid off his lap and picked through the picnic basket. The fire in her eyes dimmed with each passing moment.
    “You also have to get in touch with your bear side.” It was the animal inside him—not only wanting to protect her but wanting her to protect herself. If someone from the outside looked in and asked him why this condition was so important, he wouldn’t have an answer that made sense. He just knew it to be a truth. The hurt of losing her job radiated in her words when she’d told him the story. This would be the only true way to ensure she got the bear under control. And as much as he wanted her, it’d be a deal breaker if she said no.
    She tossed the donut she’d picked up back inside the basket. “So I get a side of lecture with my orgasm.”
    “Not a lecture. Lessons. One bear lesson for every time we’re together. And there will be multiple orgasms.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t like shifting. I don’t like being out of control. I don’t like being the bear. That’s what the sex is for if my theory is right. To squash her.”
    “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” He willed her to agree. Then he’d coax her back into his lap.
    Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm while she contemplated his agreement. Her eyes sparked when she looked up. “How do I