Bear's Baby (Bear Heat Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

breathing. It felt like there wasn't enough air.
His heart was beating too hard, too fast, too crazily. The rhythm
thrumming through his veins was ancient, urgent and unrelenting.
Instinctively, intuitively, he knew what it was.
    He growled and shook his
head.
    It couldn't be.
    This couldn't be the mating
call. His bear was wrong this time.
    Mate? With this sweet, human
woman? His bear must be out of its mind. Mating wasn't fucking.
His bear should know this. He would not fuck with this beautiful,
perfect human. She was special. He didn't want to fuck this up.
    “Behave yourself,”
he snarled angrily to his bear.
    “No, you fuck off!”
He gave himself the finger, and a mental slap.
    Shit, he must really be
fucked up. He was going batshit crazy! Now he was even arguing with
his bear out loud. He must look like a rabid, raving madman,
growling and talking to himself in his car.
    Lindy's car slowed to a crawl
and her brake lights flashed. Baxter pulled his car to the side of
the curb just opposite a neat, single-story house. As he watched her
park her car in the garage, he fought a losing battle with himself.
    What was he doing? He should
just drive away now, while he still could.
    “Ah, Lindy...”
    She walked up to the porch
and unlocked her front door. She turned around and raised her hand
to wave at him.
    Baxter moved his hand stiffly
to wave back.
    His claws had pushed out and
his bear was pounding at him to get the hell out of his car and go
grab that female.
    “Stop,” Baxter
growled to his bear. “Just stop, you horny bastard.”
    Lindy stood and stared at him
from her porch. Then she took a step forward.
    “Step through the damn
door, Lindy, and lock it,” he snarled under his breath. The
pounding in his head became a roar and he could hardly hear himself
think.
    She started down her front
steps and stood at the edge of the curb. After a moment's
hesitation, she crossed the road.
    “Stop,” he
repeated in a low snarl, but this time, the command was directed at
her.
    She couldn't hear him of
course. She was walking towards his car, her steps measured,
deliberate and purposeful. He growled but forced himself to remain
still as she came nearer and nearer to him.
    His eyes tracked her
movements, and he found himself memorizing every soft, generous curve
of her body. Her ample hips swayed seductively as she walked and
there was a flush creeping up her neck and face.
    “Stop, Lindy,” he
begged. His bear cheered and urged, Come on, Lindy!
    His bear won.
    Shut up , Baxter
snarled at his bear who was whooping and gyrating maddeningly in his
head.
    Lindy strode right up to the
driver's side and tapped the window. Fighting for control, Baxter
lowered the glass and wrestled his grimace into a smile. “Lindy.”
    When she bent down, his eyes
widened and breathing became seriously impossible.
    “I...I was wondering if
you'd like to come in, Baxter,” she said. She swallowed and
worried her lower lip. When he continued staring at her in silence,
she pushed a hand through her hair and tried to hide a wince. “Ah,
it's okay.” She shrugged and mumbled, “Maybe some other
time. It's late anyway...”
    She took his silence as
rejection. Baxter saw the flicker of hurt and embarrassment on her
face and his heart lurched.
    How could she think that he
would reject her?
    “Yes!” he
shouted. “Yes!”
    She gasped in shock as he
stumbled out of the car.
    “I mean, yes, I'd love
to come in and have a cup of whatever,” he stuttered rapidly.
    With a coy smile, she took
his hand and led him back to the house.
    Baxter laced his fingers
through hers and gave up his futile attempts to resist her.
    At the front door, he stopped
and said softly, “Lindy, are you...sure?”
    He took both her hands and
gazed deeply, quietly into her eyes. They were both adults. They
knew what was going to happen once he stepped into her house. They
sure as hell weren't going to spend the night sitting around her
kitchen table drinking cups