Page 63 of Caught Bear Handed

“Well, I don’t play one on TV.”She trailed her finger down my arm.“It’s a private service I only offer to a very exclusive clientele.In fact, there’s only one bear in the entire world that can take advantage of it.”

“Oh, yeah?”My voice was pure growl, and my cock was rock hard and ready for its examination.“Sounds like a pretty lucky guy.”

She shook her head as she pushed my shirt up.Her fingers moved over my skin, whisper light, the perfect antidote to a rough fucking day.“Luck has nothing to do with it.He’s kind, funny, smart, humble, caring, and attentive.He looks at me like I’m a goddess.”

“Because you are.”I sucked in a breath when she hit a sore spot on my ribs.

She drew back and gasped.“I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.It’s fine.It’s just a bruise.”Not that I could confirm that.

“I hate that you’re hurt because of me.”

“Hey.”I took her hands in mine.“You didn’t do this.I’m hurt because some asshole was hellbent on using you to further his sick agenda.This isn’t your fault, Kayla.You didn’t do anything wrong and I refuse to let you spend another second feeling guilty about this.The alternative to some sore ribs would have been much, much worse.”

“I know.”She squeezed my hands.“I haven’t processed what Bellamy told me yet.When I do, it’s gonna hit hard.”

“Not tonight.”I sat up and ran my lips along her jawbone.“Tonight we celebrate.It’s—” I almost said it could be our last night together, but I wasn’t ready to process that reality.“It’s just about you and me.”

Our lips met in a kiss, tangling together, saying all the things words couldn’t.I would not let my mate feel guilty, or worse, powerless, because that shithead had targeted her.She was one hundred percent right that I looked at her like she was a goddess, and I’d make sure she’d never think of herself as anything less again.

All I had to do was figure out how to make what we shared in this cabin last forever.But like she hadn’t wanted to process what Bellamy had told us, I didn’t want to think about my life beyond this case.

I ran my hand under her T-shirt.We were both dusty and sooty from our ordeal.

“I have an idea,” I said.“Why don’t we pick this up in the shower?”

“That’s a fantastic idea.”

I rose from the couch and offered her my hand.The bathroom wasn’t big, a little claustrophobic with the two of us in there.Before Kayla could have a chance to be uncomfortable, I kissed her, letting my body melt against hers.But only for a moment.I pulled the filthy T-shirt over her head, and dropped mine beside it.I started the shower, making sure it was nice and hot.

Kayla watched my every move with those big brown eyes.

“You look like a wolf,” I said.“More than you ever have in the past.”

“It took everything I had not to shift tonight.My wolf likes to break things and ask for forgiveness later.I call her my inner angsty teenager.”

“Breaking things comes in handy sometimes.”I chuckled and slid out of my sweatpants.

“I loved seeing you as a bear.”Now that gaze was glued to my body, and my cock was eager for the attention.“Speaking of breaking things.The way you used that tree as a bat was pretty epic.”

“I wanted to rip that bastard to pieces,” I confessed.“Not that the way I dealt with him was any kinder.”

“Hey.”She dropped her bra on the floor, the absolute best punctuation to her statement.“You just told me not to beat myself up over Mark’s gross plan.I won’t let you feel guilty for the way you took care of the problem.He deserved the absolute worst you had to offer, and he can spend the rest of eternity rotting in hell.”

“Step into the shower, my little wolf,” I whispered against her hair.

Her gaze didn’t leave mine as she pushed the curtain aside and stepped under the spray.It was so cathartic to watch the day wash away from her bare skin.I followed her.I’d follow this woman to the end of the earth.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her.After another hungry kiss, I grabbed the bodywash and the mesh ball, making it nice and sudsy before I dragged it over her skin.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“What’s that?”I wanted nothing more than to get lost in her.To be inside her.To never let her go.

“Remember when Bellamy’s call interrupted our kiss?”She ended her question with a moan when I moved the mesh over her breasts.

“Of course I do.”