Page 12 of The Bear's Fated Mate
He wasn’t really thinking aboutanythingexcept how he wanted to take her into his arms and hold her close for a good, long time as a prelude to stripping her out of that dress and taking even longer to enjoy the next stage of the adventure.
Attend a fancy dinner, they said. It’ll be easy, they said…
A sharp tug registered on his fingers. “Alex. We need to get going.”
Good grief. How long had he stood there in a trance?
Lara edged closer, weaving as if to sidestep him.
No way. Dealing with his inexplicable lust for the woman hadn’t been on tonight’s agenda, but he was not about to allow her to see him as anything but in control.
He tucked her fingers into the crook of his arm and guided her to the limo door, pulling his charm out of the dusty attic where it had apparently fled.
“Allow me.” He opened the door, but kept hold of her hand.
She twisted to delicately place her fine bottom on the leather seat. Five trillion miles of sexy bare legs screamed at him before Lara lifted them daintily into the limo.
That one glimpse was all it took to send all available blood rushing southward. He took his time walking around the vehicle in the hopes the pressure in his cock would ease enough that he could sit beside her without causing permanent injury.
The bit of control he’d regained vanished the instant he opened the door and her scent rushed him.
He didn’t have wood, he had concrete.
Still, he settled without looking as if he had an issue in his pants. He knocked on the side of the car to let the driver know they were in position, then leaned back and stretched out his legs.
The car eased away from the curb and Alex turned his attention to Lara. He’d expected her to be on her phone ignoring him or staring out the window. Shockingly, she was doing neither.
She was checking him out. Those golden-brown eyes stroked him as firmly as if she’d closed the distance between them and used her hands. Her cheeks glowed with heat, but it was when her examination reached his groin and faltered that…
No—
It washertongue darting out to leave a faint trail of moisture that dragged him to the utter edge of sanity.
“Need something, sugar?” His voice was nearly incoherent, it was so deep and husky.
Lara took a deep breath, still staring at him even as she subtly changed position, leaning away from him in the confines of the vehicle.
Her fingers drifted along the hem of her dress.
He wanted to be the one stroking the shimmering fabric and the bare skin next to it. Wanted it so bad he swore his fur was bristling to the surface.
Alex waited, hands resting motionless on his own damn thighs.
The silence stretched between them. His hearing had gone superpowered, and her every shaky breath rasped his body with need.
Finally, she spoke, tilting her chin up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be attending tonight, or I would have found a way to bow out.”
What the hell?“Why?”
Confusion filled her eyes at his one-word demand. “Because it’s a special evening with what should be spectacular food, and now it’s going to be ruined.”
He didn’t trust her. He still wanted her more than his next breath. He wanted to know what she was up to. He wanted to take her down on the nearest surface and fuck her until they both passed out from pleasure.
Yup, conflicting emotions ran riotous when it came to this woman, but it was the unexpected slide of disappointment in Alex’s belly that hit the strongest. “You dislike me so much my presence is enough to ruin your appetite?”
Lara’s confusion turned to a frown. “Not me, you. You don’t likeme.”
She’s worried about…you?That means she likes us!!!His bear leapt from A to Z and started picturing them in bed before Alex could protest.
