Bear-ly A Hero (Bear Claw Security 2) by Terry Bolryder Page A

appearance. She was thoroughly disheveled, and he’d just taken her against the bathroom wall. Her eyes were wide and glazed. She was contented now, but what about when the afterglow had dimmed?
    Dammit. Had he just gone and ruined everything?

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    J amie looked up at the man who’d just given her the hottest sex she could ever imagine and saw something like guilt move over his face. She put a finger to his lips, silencing anything he might have said, and began pulling her shirt together as well as she could with a contented sigh.
    “Don’t go looking guilty like that,” she said, fumbling with the buttons. Even her fingers still felt tingly. “I don’t regret it for a second, and we both wanted it. We’re adults and shifters. It was bound to happen.”
    He nodded slightly, pulling back and aiding her with her clothes. He helped pull her skirt down, feeling too possessive to let anyone else see her like this. She might be acting like this was just sex for her, but for him, it was so much more. He wanted her for himself. Him and him alone.
    It was a foreign feeling, but not a bad one. But he’d have to wait and see if she could start to feel the same. Probably not as long as she was in danger.
    So he’d probably better hurry up and figure out what was going on.
    He helped her button her jacket over the torn shirt, but when he looked down, so much cleavage was still showing he knew he couldn’t let her walk out like that.
    He pulled off the tee shirt he was wearing, not caring it left him shirtless. He held it out to her, and she gaped up at him.
    “No, you’ll be naked,” she said.
    “Just shirtless,” he said. “And we only have to get to my truck.” He pointed to her chest, where the coat gapped in a low V. “You don’t want to walk out like that, do you?”
    She shook her head, her pretty brown skin flushing deeper as she shrugged out of her jacket and put his shirt over her ruined one.
    He had to admit she looked good in it. It was too big all over, nearly falling mid-thigh, but her huge breasts pushed up against it, making him go hard all over again.
    He turned away from her, finishing cleaning up and buttoning up his pants. When he turned back, she was studying herself in the mirror, pulling her hair back into a prim ponytail with wild curls and applying some lip-gloss.
    Aside from their odd dress, they looked mostly normal again. Luckily, he’d parked on the first level of the parking garage, so they wouldn’t have far to go.
    They were both quiet as they took the stairs down there. He didn’t know what to say, and his heart was still racing from the encounter. He’d never felt anything like that. Come to think of it, he hadn’t felt anything like he had with her, period. From the first time he met her and she swung an umbrella into his face.
    He gave her a sideways grin that she didn’t notice because she was walking forward and staring straight ahead, as if hoping they could get to the truck quickly before anyone could see them.
    When they got there, he opened the door and made to help her in, but she waved him away.
    “Stop, I’m getting better at this,” she said, hauling in her small, round body and struggling over the seat.
    “Fine by me,” he said, enjoying the view.
    “Hey!” she squeaked, when she was finally up and could pin him with a glare. “Just because I think you’re hot doesn’t mean you can ogle me all the time.”
    Limes put up his hands. “Fine, fine. Excuse me for trying to be a gentleman.”
    “Gentlemen don’t stare at ladies’ asses,” she snapped.
    “This one does,” Limes retorted with a grin as he shut the door and walked around to open his. “Although there’s only one lady’s ass I like to perv on.”
    She was quiet at that, but the small grin covering her face was worth gold. Damn, not only did he not regret taking this job, but he was actually enjoying it.
    When they were on the freeway, he spoke up again. “When we get home, I’m installing a