Red's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) by Yvette Hines Page A

his bear growled as Cord closed
the door.
    “Yes, she is.” 
    ~YH~
    Rena put her cold breakfast into the microwave. Right
now her throat was so tight with emotions and her mind was twisted with so many
thoughts and questions that she couldn’t eat. Cord Bjorn had walked into the
cabin and turned her world upside down.
    She wasn’t a novice to lust or sex. Over the years
she’d had boyfriends. Hell, just eight months ago she would have been willing
to settle for a guy she liked well enough, had even thought maybe he was the
one. However, he broke it off with her once she started getting sick and could
barely drag herself out of bed. Then she’d seen clearly that he was not the man
for her.
    But none of those past men had prepared her for Cord.
An intense male, so devastating in presence and body that she felt restricted
on all sides. She’d never encountered a man so…big. That was the only word that
came to her mind. He wasn’t only a tall man–he had to be close to six eight—but
the width of his shoulders was massive. He had the height of a basketball
player with the girth of a linebacker and just as many rippling muscles.
However, the way his shirt and jeans conformed to the contours of all those
bulging muscles she didn’t see an ounce of fat. Thank goodness her
grandmother’s doors were wider than normal, because Rena was sure he would not
have been able to fit through them without turning sideways. Shockingly, his
large size didn’t cause fear to race through her blood. Actually quite the
opposite. His overwhelming presence made her feel feminine and protected.
    I’d love to have him at my back…or
front…or underneath— She
put a halt to the wayward thoughts tripping around in her head.
    Unable to stop herself from thinking of the tall, bulky
frame again caused shivers of heat to run rampant in her body. Her nipples were
still tight and her sex was throbbing, all from a kiss. No matter what she had
said to him, she had no apprehension, but something else. Lust and overpowering
desire to tear his clothing off and have his massive body thrusting deep inside
of her.
    Oh, damn…
    Seeing something move beyond the window, she stepped to
it and stared out taking in the man. He was busy digging into the earth, almost
wrist deep as he set bulbs and plants into holes he created with his hands.
Those hands had been all over her, caressing her.
    Just like the rest of him, they were big—wide strong
hands—that knew how to touch a woman. The white v-neck t-shirt he wore clung to
the landscape of his torso. Those broad shoulders would provide a place for a
woman’s legs to rest as he pounded into her sex.
    Your legs . She ignored the low
voice inside of her, proof that she was truly losing her mind.
    The fact that she was standing at her grandmother’s
kitchen window admiring the landscaper was just more verification.
    However, she couldn’t pull her gaze away. When he had
been in the house, she could have sworn she could count the ridges of the
six-pack on his abs. Now, as he squatted in the dirt she could see how the
black jeans he wore hugged his thighs and ass. Only her mind flashed a picture
of him leaning against the wall by the pantry and how the denim had cupped his
cock.
    I shouldn’t have looked. But, she could not stop
herself then just like she was unable to resist the view of him now.
    More than his body and what her thoughts told her he
could do to her with it, it was his face. A kind face with dark eyes so astounding
that they seemed to see into her heart, mark her soul. The two-day stubble that
covered the lower half of his face and the long wheat-blonde hair that she had
fisted in her hands made his look. A wild man that could not be tamed.
    Evident in the kiss he had given her, it had been
unleashed and demanding. 
    As if feeling her gaze, he looked up and stared
directly into the window. Gasping, she quickly stepped to the side hoping that
the bright light of the sun outside had hindered