Page 9 of The Bear's Chosen Mate
No avoiding the mating fever.Well, he didn’t plan to avoid it, but damn if he knew what he was supposed to do next.
He needed Kaylee to show up so he could get started on his grand master plan of thumbing his nose at fate and picking his own mate, but seriously, what was he supposed to say to her?
Kaylee?Hey, hi.Seems as if the mating fever might have hit, and I was just wondering if you’d be interested in coming over here so I can have my wicked way with you.Possibly forever.
Yeah.Considering her previous response to his flirting, an outright demand would go over really well.
At this stage of the game, he still knew what was going on.His brain was still working, although his more primal side was beginning to take over, and at the height of the fever, at least according to rumours he’d heard, the animal urges would have the upper hand.
In a good, positive way in terms of sex drive.Again, rumours, because his own memories of last year were hazy.
He’d had the good luck of being off in the wilderness on a fishing trip by himself when the fever hit.He basically survived by shifting into his bear form and sitting in the river for most of the week.
Wasn’t fun,his bear reminded him.
This isn’t going to be, either,he informed the beast.Not if he couldn’t get Kaylee on board quickly.
His inner animal pouted before offering a brilliant suggestion.Call Kaylee.You can have sex.Lots and lots of sex.Would be fun.
It would be.This time he agreed completely with the beast.
A rapid knocking at the door broke into his brooding.
He blinked, surprised to find the room had gone dark even though it was barely five.Rain slammed into the windows lining the side of the penthouse, a strong wind rattling even the solid construction of his multimillion-dollar home on the tenth-floor penthouse suite.
He leaned forward, peeling off the couch with a rasp as if he’d begun to melt his way into the leather surface.
The banging grew loud, irritating his nerves.He had the urge to bang on his side of the door.See howtheyliked it when someone else made such an annoying racket.
“What?”he shouted bad-naturedly.
“It’s me, Kaylee.Open the door.I’m freezing to death.”
He’d already had his hands on the locks, twisting and opening, but at the sound of her voice, he went still.Except for his cock—the damned thing jerked upright behind the tight confines of his jeans, signaling its willingness to leap into action.
This was it.This was what he’d been hoping for all along, and yet he hesitated.Not with him already partially naked and his cock primed like a heat-seeking missile.
The image of his cock sliding into Kaylee’s warm depths dragged a groan of frustration out of him loud enough to rattle the walls.
The knocking stopped, and the worry in Kaylee’s voice became clear.“James.What’s wrong?Are you hurt?”
The fact she sounded scared to death was the only reason he could do it.He undid the final dead bolt and pulled the door toward himself.No more than an inch, though, with his foot jammed against the bottom as if that was going to be enough to barricade her on the outside until he got in control of himself.
“I’m sick, remember?”he growled.
Maybe if he was a grumpy bastard she’d get mad and shout loud enough to kill his boner.
He was greeted by a sight that had him pulling the door all the way open instantly.Kaylee was soaked from head to toe, her T-shirt plastered against her skin.Her hair lay in soggy ringlets over her face and her warm copper-coloured skin had paled to an unhealthy grey.
She shivered hard enoughhisteeth rattled, but still she held forward a rain-drenched file folder.“You n-n-need to s-s-sign these p-p-papers.”
Her entire body wavered, barely keeping vertical.
Fuck.Fuckity, fuck,fuck.
James put his teeth together carefully so he didn’t bite off his tongue, then he scooped her up his arms and carried her into the apartment.
Oh my God.Soft skin, icy cool, lay under his fingers, the weight of her body pressed close to him.Her breath was warm against his neck as she turned her face toward him and cuddled in.
