Page 12 of His Bear Hands (Bear Creek Grizzlies #1)

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ZOE

Z oe didn't know she could feel like that. Didn't believe anything she'd read that every part of her could vibrate with need, could ache to feel him moving inside her, until it felt like she would explode. Until she did explode — stars filled her vision as she ground down on him, using him to push herself past that edge of pure bliss until she seized up. Froze, completely helpless.

Her nails left bloody crescents in his skin but Simon didn't seem to mind. She collapsed on top of him, sweaty and shaking and at his mercy. He remained inside her, and it even felt like his cock grew as her muscles clutched him deeper. Simon made a grumbled hungry sound as he stroked her back and down to her butt, teasing the backs of her thighs and down to where their bodies met until she twitched. Aftershocks of her climax rolled through her and tried to drag him closer, and she started to sit back.

His arm looped around her back to keep her breasts crushed to his chest, and Simon nibbled on her shoulder. "Where are you going? "

"Don't you want to — you know? Finish up?" Heat flushed her cheeks and she felt like an idiot.

Simon chuckled and squeezed the soft area where her thigh and butt met, and Zoe rocked forward once more as she groaned. It felt so good her brain short-circuited and she couldn't think. Could barely breathe. He kneaded her butt to encourage her, so Zoe remained sprawled across his chest as his hips moved and she moved, and in a matter of heartbeats she climaxed again. Cried out and drove herself down on him as he filled every inch of her. Simon thrust up at her in short little jerks, driving through her spasming channel, until his arms locked around her and he groaned. She barely noticed as he grunted and slowed to a gentle rocking, as his body softened and slipped from hers.

Her breathing slowed until she wasn't panting like a desperate fool, and Zoe closed her eyes. She knew she probably should slide off of him, but he was like sleeping on a furnace. And the steady drumming of his heart felt like home. She sighed and closed her eyes, pressed her forehead against his neck until the beard tickled her cheek. He smelled like her lavender body wash, an incongruity that made her giggle. He'd used her soap.

Simon kissed her shoulder and smiled, though his eyes remained closed. "What's so funny?"

"You smell like flowers."

"Good." He held her tight and made exaggerated snuffling noises against her skin and hair, until Zoe laughed and squirmed. "So do you."

"Silly bear," she said, drowsy and sated and warm. She felt — content. For the first time maybe ever. She didn't want to lose that. Didn't want to lose him. She pushed away worry over what would happen in a month, if the feds got her files and wanted to prosecute Castellano. There was always the chance they would send her into hiding to protect her. Maybe Simon could go with her. Or maybe she could hide with him. A grizzly bear would be more than a match for Castellano. She pushed the thought away and slid her hands under his shoulders until she could tangle her fingers in his hair.

Even his snoring sounded more like a purr, and she drifted off to sleep with the rattle of it in her ears.

She woke at least once in the afternoon or night, confused about where she was and why there was a snoring mountain next to her, but as soon as she moved, Simon woke up to sleepily interrogate her on whether she was cold or hungry or uncomfortable. When she managed to stutter she felt cold, he immediately pulled her close. Which meant, of course, that he squeezed her butt and just as immediately grew hard again. Zoe would have laughed at him — clearly an ass man — but he kissed her and rolled her under him and everything else in the world disappeared. After they'd both finished, he yawned, patted her butt, and muttered something about "Simon says go back to sleep." So she did, still smiling.

The next time she woke because Simon got up, extracting himself from the nest of blankets and sheets and her, and he paused to kiss her forehead. "It's seven. Time to get up."

Zoe pulled the blankets over her head but had to admit she was wide awake. Considering they'd slept almost two days straight, she could make an exception for getting up that early. She winced as she sat up and wiggled out of bed, all her muscles sore from the unfamiliar exertion. Zoe flushed as she wobbled into the bathroom to shower and get ready, particularly as she heard Simon practically whistling and singing in the bedroom. But she smiled as she lathered up with her lavender soap and knew that Simon smelled like her.

He'd dressed already in jeans and a sweater, but waited as she crept out of the bathroom in a towel. Simon grinned, kissing her quickly before tilting his head at the door. "I have to head down to greet the guests, Cooper just drove up. Breakfast is ready when you are."

Zoe wondered if she would always blush around him, if every time she watched him smile she would think of his mouth against her skin. She cleared her throat before her imagination got too out of control, and flapped her hand at the pile of clothes spilling out of her suitcase. "I'll be down in a minute."

Simon winked, patted her butt one more time, and went whistling out the door. Zoe slapped her forehead and flopped back onto the bed. She still couldn't believe she'd slept with him. It felt so natural, so right, and yet... completely unlike her. Totally unlike her. She stared at the ceiling, trying to think. Simon mentioned her bear might influence her actions, her thoughts, for a while. Maybe the bear gave her the confidence to walk up to him and start unbuckling his belt.

Zoe groaned and lurched upright, toweling furiously at her hair. It had to be the bear. Just the thought of sauntering up to Simon and saying something about "Simon says kiss me" made her guts quake and her cheeks burn. She didn't think she could do it again if someone offered her a billion dollars. And to just pull off his clothes!

She shook her head and dug through her suitcase for something that might match and didn't make her look like a teenager. Zoe dawdled as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail and laced her tennis shoes, but eventually she eased the door open and peeked into the hall. Nothing. The great room in the lodge looked empty, so she braved the stairs and found Ethan in the kitchen.

He shook muffins out of a pan, offering her one as he raised an eyebrow. "You feeling better?"

Her cheeks ignited. Zoe took the muffin but couldn't meet his gaze. "Wh-what do you mean?"

He opened his mouth but then snapped it shut, a matching flush rising in his tanned face. He laughed, though, and turned away. "I meant because of the accident. Not because of anything — else. That may or may not have happened."

Zoe wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. He knew. Of course he knew. Did Simon tell him? Or had Ethan heard them? She covered her face and thought she might explode from sheer embarrassment.

Ethan laughed more but it had a nervous quality to it, as if he couldn't stop. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed about anything. Really. I'm just going to go now and hide in the office, if anyone's looking for me."

He retreated. When Zoe gathered her courage to look around, she was alone in the lodge. So she finished putting the fresh muffins in a nice basket, bracing herself for more scrutiny as the main door opened and a group of tourists piled into the lodge. Zoe stayed in the kitchen as the other guys hauled in luggage and started showing the guests around. She didn't know what to do other than smile at the guests, but then Simon appeared and caught her hand. Before she could ask or pull free, he dragged her outside to sit on the swing on the far end of the wrap-around porch.

Simon sprawled across the bench and hugged Zoe to his side, contentment rumbling through his chest. Even though Cooper and Finn kept unloading bags from the back of one of the trucks, Zoe relaxed against Simon and closed her eyes. She hated mornings. Simon played with her hair and started to rock the swing. "We're booked up for the next two weeks. All fishing trips. Things will be busy around here. Can you help out with some of the cooking?"

"Sure." Zoe drew her legs up on the swing and breathed him in, the lavender and musky male scent mixed with fresh pine and a hint of exhaust from the old farm trucks. Her head rested on his shoulder and she smiled. "I'm not very good at it, though."

"There's always weeding the garden."

"We both know that's not a good idea." The gentle sway of the swing and the warmth of him next to her lulled Zoe into near-sleep, and the anxiety that gripped her faded away. "So you just run hunting and fishing trips?"

"Well," he said, fighting back a yawn. "Yes and no. We have plans for more. Some of our neighbors want to sell their land — dozens of acres of forest and rivers and mountain. Great land, some of it adjacent to the national parks. I'd like to buy as much of it as I can, otherwise a mining company might snap it up. They've been sniffing around here, trying to talk everyone into selling."

"So you want to buy more land? For what?"

"I'd like to build cabins for people to rent, to start. Maybe run a program for kids from the city to come out here and stay for a week or two, so they can learn about nature and animals and build up some confidence. Maybe in a year or two, we can run adventure camps or team-building retreats with ropes courses and survival training and things like that." He sighed and rocked the swing back with more energy. "But for now, we work with the game wardens and park rangers to track migrations and predator numbers, and we help out with tracking and tagging some species. Finn hires out as a tracker as well. The hunting and fishing trips are our bread and butter until we can get enough profit to re-invest in the rest of the business."

Zoe picked up his hand where it draped over her shoulder and studied his fingers. Strong, capable hands. If anyone could make all of that happen, he could. He looked like he could build dreams with his bare hands. "But what if I said —"

She cut off as an engine revved nearby and tires bit through gravel. Simon tensed next to her, and Zoe sat up. A dirty red sedan skidded to a halt in front of the lodge, a cloud of dust and exhaust billowing across the yard and onto the porch. Zoe covered her mouth and coughed as Simon lurched to his feet.

The door burst open and a giant levered out of the car. For a split second, Zoe thought it was one of Castellano's guys and he meant to kill her. She sucked in a breath and braced herself for a knife or a gun or something awful, and tried to hide behind Simon as he seemed to get bigger and wider.