Page 6 of Coveted By The Bear

I wanted this woman. More than I should. More than I thought was capable.

So much more.

Thunder roared in my head, and it was like lightning struck me right in the heart.

“Oh, uh, you can let go of me now,” she murmured, her small hands pressed lightly against my chest.

No. I can’t.

But I didn’t say that. Instead, I rose from my half-bent over stance, so we were both standing now. Then I forced my arms to loosen, allowing her to step back.

“Careful,” I muttered, one hand cupping her elbow, steadying her when she slid a little more.

“Yeah. I guess it looked clumsy, but wow, you are fast!”

“Uh, thanks,” I muttered, finally releasing her when we moved to a cleaner part of the floor.

She grabbed a few rags from a bucket and wiped the soles of her sneakers, then tossed the same rags on top of the oil spill.

“So, what can I do for you?” she asked, and fuck, her smile was blinding.

She was so pretty. Curvy. Fragile. Perfect.

I couldn’t tell the length of her dark brown hair since it was wrapped up in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.

But I did notice a tiny butterfly tattoo behind her left ear, and it made me grin.

Pretty girl with a secret wild side.

“Is there a mechanic in? My bike died on me,” I said, nodding at the Harley laying on its side.

“Yep. I am in,” she replied.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I just assumed?—”

“Well, you know what they say about people who assume,” she said, and I could tell by the way the light in her eyes dimmed she’d heard it all before.

I felt like a total dick.

“I’m sorry. I mean, I am sure you are excellent at this,” I told her, believing every word I said.

“Why do you assume that? I could suck at this,” she mumbled and shrugged.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” And my stupid grin was back.

“Okayyyy,” she replied and raised her eyebrows.

They were natural. A shade darker than her hair, nice and full with a graceful arch. Not tweezed within an inch of their life like some women did.

“You have nice eyebrows. And your eyes are pretty, too. Like warm, brown velvet,” I murmured, rubbing my hand over my face.

You have nice eyebrows. What the fuck am I saying?

“Oh. Well, thank you. I don’t think anyone has ever complimented my eyebrows before,” she said with a chuckle in her voice.

Her laugh was nice, though, so I didn’t take offense. I did, however, jog so I could reach my bike before she did.

“Where do you want it?” I asked, and yeah, my thoughts got dirty.

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