Embraced by the Bear by Vicki Savage Page A

have I been gone?” she asked.
    He shook his head slightly and fumbled with a piece of fabric in his hands. “Two days, I’m afraid.”
    “Two days?” She straightened and pressed the blanket to her chest. “I was naked in the snow for two days ?”
    “I’m surprised you didn’t freeze to death out there.” He handed her the fabric on his arm. “We would have come sooner, but had to wait until the worst of the storm had passed.”
    “What’s this?” she asked, taking the silky item.
    “It’s the best I could do under the circumstances.”
    She frowned and held up the flowery dress. It was a short, feminine thing made for summers on the beach, not cold Canadian winters. It didn’t look big enough to cover her ass. So unlike her, and yet she couldn’t help but feel pleasure in his choice. The dress would show off her tight ass and if she didn’t wear any underwear, Edward would have easy access to her most intimate areas.
    Shae frowned. What the hell was happening to her? She had never been attracted to Edward sexually before. This strong reaction felt so out of place. Maybe something happened to her in the blizzard, and that was why she was having such a strange reaction.
    She needed to focus on remembering what had happened over the past two days. A face had filled her dreams, a strong face with tanned skin and dark hair. Perhaps if she went back to where Edward found her, a memory would rise to the surface and she could give that face a name. She couldn’t go back wearing this, though. She’d freeze to death.
    “This isn’t very practical,” She frowned at Edward. Color rose to his cheeks, and he cleared his throat.
    “I know, but it’s the only thing we have in the lost and found.” He shifted his stance, drawing her attention back down to his thickening cock. “The snow stopped yesterday, but the roads are still impassible.” He sat down at the edge of the bed and took her hand. “Do you remember anything that happened?”
    As his fingers touched hers, the connection between them strengthened. Desire roared through her bloodstream as he stroked her palm. Shae looked down at their joined hands and how his long fingers effortlessly slid around hers. His skin seemed more translucent than she remembered, more aged. She imagined those fingers brushing against her skin, touching her wet pussy, caressing her in the most erotic of places . . .
    “Shae?” he asked.
    Ashamed, she pulled her hand from his and looked away. “Yes?”
    “Are you okay?” He followed her gaze to the tray on the end table.
    “I’m fine.” The smell of food filled the air, warm soup and freshly baked bread. Hearing her unspoken request, Edward placed the tray on her lap. Biting back a groan, Shae tasted the soup, and found it to be quite good. It was beef and barley, the lodge’s specialty. It was nice to have something to focus on besides sex. She heaped spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, hoping that a full stomach would help her to gain some control over her emotions.
    Edward watched her for a long moment in silence. “Do you remember anything about what happened out there?” he finally asked.
    Shae realized that she was scarfing her food like an animal. Carefully replacing the bowl on the tray, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to concentrate on his question. She remembered some things—correction, she remembered someone . A handsome stranger who ravished her in her dreams.
    “I remember searching for that family by the fence along the border. There were tracks. . .” After a long moment, she shook her head. “It’s all quite fuzzy, I’m afraid.” Shae widened her eyes as a name flashed through her mind with startling clarity.
    Nathan . Nathan was the name of the man of her dreams. Although they weren’t really dreams at all, were they? She saw it all now, the cabin on the Native reservation, the bears . . . Most of all, she saw herself being tied to Nathan’s bed as he dipped