Page 23 of Caught Bear Handed

How fucking good it would feel to sink my length all the way inside her, to feel her muscles flutter and pulse in response…

My balls hitched, and a stream of come splattered onto my comforter.

I let out a breath, my bones barely more than putty after she’d driven me to the brink like some eighth-grade boy.

The shower switched off, breaking the spell.Sort of.I changed into sweats and balled up my ruined clothes and bedding.I had to get a hold of myself.I was playing with fire, and a whole lot of bad guys who refused to take no for an answer.If I was going to keep Kayla safe, this could never happen again.

ChapterNine

Kayla

I’d hired Sawtooth Security to keep me safe from a potential stalker.They’d uncovered an international crime and trafficking ring.

Their services had proved to be thorough, but still, they didn’t include protecting me from my own damn libido.

If Beau’s phone hadn’t started buzzing with notifications from his boss, there was no telling what would’ve happened out there.I’d been ready, willing, and committed to kissing my twenty-eight-year-old bodyguard.I had to stop making judgments about his age, like his being eleven years younger than me compromised his ability to do his job when in fact it was an asset.He brought a fresh perspective to things, and he was quick, strong, and ready to pounce…

Which also made it increasingly hard to share this tiny cabin with him.

I was making myself crazy with this.Beau had been nothing but kind and easy to spend time with.He was a good guy with infectious energy.

None of this is helping your cause, my wolf pointed out as I turned the shower on full blast.

She was right—I couldn’t hold Beau’s best qualities against him.He was helping make a difficult situation extremely bearable.I snickered at the pun as I stripped off my sweaty, dusty clothes and stepped under the hot spray.My aching muscles thanked me on contact.

But when I closed my eyes, the heat changed from the warm wet spray to the memory of that sexy bear on the brink of kissing me.

Sparks fired inside me, starting between my legs and running through my limbs like a firecracker display.The responsible thing to do would’ve been to open my eyes, reach for the shampoo, and forget about this ridiculous fantasy.

But I was alone, and it was a fantasy—harmless like a set crush, right?Just like a set crush, we were in close proximity almost twenty-four-seven.

Your set crush has never tried to kiss you in the first week of the season,my wolf reminded me.

Opening my eyes just enough to reach for the body wash, I drenched the mesh puff with its citrusy goodness.My teeth scraped my bottom lip as I closed my eyes again, imagining that a giant, muscular bear had stepped behind the curtain and taken the puff from my hand.

After years of playing professional make believe, my imagination was the most finely honed muscle in my body.I shuddered at the thought of Beau’s naked body—those broad shoulders, that muscular chest and six-pack covered in dark hair.The taper of his waist and the pronounced Adonis belt.And of course, his hard cock standing at attention, ready to serve.

The puff fell to the shower floor as if Beau had discarded it himself, instead choosing to lather up his big, rough hands and put them directly on my body.I shuddered on contact—my hands were just starting to form calluses after an afternoon in Millie’s saddle.I leaned against the tile, slowly moving my hands over my body like I was being touched by bear shifter for the first time.My nipples pebbled in anticipation, and my skin heated like it was actually under Beau’s gaze as he rubbed his thumb over each nub, watching it tighten until it was almost painful.

My head fell back and my mouth opened.Thank the moon I caught the moan before it escaped my throat.It surely would have echoed—sending the real bear running to make sure the bad guys hadn’t somehow gotten in here.

My pussy throbbed at the thought of him catching me with my hand between my legs, pretending it was his.My clit pulsed as I rubbed it—the bear would have no problem finding the sweet spot.I went harder, faster, pushing the limits until sensation rocketed through my veins.Muscles turned to jelly, and I pressed my lips together, my climax coming out in a frenzied hum.

I opened my eyes, bewildered and oh so frustrated that I was alone.That I could never make that fantasy come true.My legs were shaky as I picked up the discarded puff and attempted to finish my shower like I hadn’t just made myself come by pretending my bodyguard was here with me.

If I was going to get through the rest of this assignment, confinement, whatever we were calling it, I would have to draw on every acting skill I’d ever learned.I had to act like Beau’s very existence didn’t have such an overwhelming effect on me.

He was probably out there, working on some hardcore covert undercover strategy with Barrett and Bellamy while I was ringing my own bell.I shut off the water, wrung out my hair, and grabbed a towel.Chances were good that I might have some information that would help them solve whatever they were working on, the bad guys could be apprehended, and we could all get back to our regularly scripted lives.

Is that really what you want?my wolf asked.

It would’ve been easy to pretend Beau was the one rubbing this fluffy towel all over my naked, wet body, but I had to face some real facts.I loved my life—I fully acknowledged how lucky and privileged I was to be able to live so many people’s—including my own—dream of being an actress on a long-running show.But it came with a price.I had a hard time connecting to people outside the industry, and usually was eager to get back to work because I didn’t know how to relax.

But with Beau, I had no choice but to face those demons and find out what happened when I actually had to be Kayla.He made me feel safe, seen, and desired.

There was no changing the fact that the last time we were face to face, he’d been about to kiss me.

All was quiet when I slipped out of the bathroom.I took a quick peek into the living room and found only Gigi holding court, in the middle of what looked like a satisfying nap.