Chapter Five
She was here.
She was really doing this.
Moira looked around Cam’s den as the nerves inside of her presented as a slight trembling in her body. He wanted her. She could tell. He was all over her, and she hadn’t been silly to just show up here.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered to herself.
She had lost her mind. Never before had she ever done anything like this. And truth be told, she’d shot whiskey just to build up the nerve to get on the shuttle.
Right about now, she was regretting not getting a rental car at the airport when she’d flown in, because she depended entirely on the shuttle to return to pick her up now.
Plus, if she had a rental car, she could panic and drive herself away from here, convincing herself that he wouldn’t like her body or something silly like that.
No. No!
She remembered Cam being all over her, and the hunger in his eyes. Good Lord, he was so hot. Moira had never met a bear shifter in person before. They felt really big and dominant to a smaller and more submissive shifter like her.
They would look so silly Changed together. A twelve-foot-tall grizzly and a nine-pound housecat.
Good grief what was she thinking.
She organized the groceries she’d brought in the kitchen and then placed her hands on her hips and looked around. It was strange having a stranger trust her with being in his home alone. What if she was a thief or something? Or a con artist? He was much too trusting.
A picture was hanging on the wall, and she walked over to it and studied the hockey team.
The boys were maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, and grinning.
One of them was missing a front tooth. They wore shoulder pads and were all holding hockey sticks and were positioned on the ice with their arms slung around each other as they cheesed for the camera.
They looked sweaty and excited, like the picture had been snapped right after they won a game or something.
She walked slowly around the room, touching the stones on the hearth, the wood of the mantle, the soft fabric of the couch. She sifted through the magazines on the coffee table. They were all hunting and fishing and outdoor editions.
She ran her fingertip along the banister as she made her way upstairs to the loft. Cam’s bed was unmade and inviting, and the black sheets looked shiny and soft. She touched the fabric, and then the closest pillow. Satin, nice.
She sank down on the edge of the mattress and looked around. What if Cam changed his mind while he was out on the trail? What if he talked himself out of sleeping with her, or decided he wasn’t that attracted to her? What if he came in here and asked her to leave on the shuttle with the tour?
Her cheeks heated. That would make sense. He was him, and she was her.
No. Be bold. Don’t talk yourself out of this.
She kicked off her shoes and socks and then stripped out of her jeans and shirt until she was clad only in her lacy gray matching lingerie set.
It wasn’t a special occasion set for her.
She loved lingerie and always dressed to the nines.
No hate on granny panties. They just weren’t for her.
For her, lingerie wasn’t really for men.
It was for her, so that she felt pretty when she undressed at night.
She didn’t have any men looking her way, so she had to be her own biggest cheerleader.
Benefit to her lingerie addiction—she had options when she’d been choosing a set to wear here.
There was a remote control on the bedside table, and she aimed it at a television that was mounted in the upper back corner of the loft bedroom, right by a huge window.
Outside, it was all gloomy clouds and pine trees.
It was quite a beautiful view. She switched channels until she found a nice murder documentary, and nested until all the pillows were piled around her just right.
His bed was the most comfortable one she’d ever been in.
Geez, if she had this bed, she would never leave it.
What if Cam got mad at her for laying in his bed? Was this weird? Maybe she should go back downstairs and wait on the couch for him. Maybe in five minutes. He would be on the tour for a couple of hours. She could at least watch one little murder documentary before he came home.
Decision made, she cuddled deeper into his bed and settled in to solve a few minutes of television crimes.
****
“I had plans to come in here and ravage you,” a deep voice rumbled.
Moira startled awake and gasped when she saw Cam sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. She offered him a sleepy smile. “Hi,” she said, stretching her bare legs under his satin sheets.
“I thought of thirty different ways to fuck you. I barely paid attention to my job. Nearly crashed twice.”
“Mmm. Sounds dangerous. Which one did you choose?”
“None of them,” he answered, locking his arms on either side of her and pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “I came in here ready to be rough with you, and you’re sleeping like an angel in my bed.” He bit her shoulder gently, then rubbed his stubbly jaw against the sensitive skin of her arm.
“I fell asleep.”
“What kind of psychopath falls asleep watching murder shows?” he asked through a chuckle as he clicked the off button on the TV remote.
“It calms me.”
He arched his eyebrows up and shook his head.
“Don’t judge me,” she muttered, lifting the edge of the covers up invitingly.
He stood and kicked out of his shoes, and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a perfectly uniform set of chiseled abdominal muscles. His arms were cut and powerful, and his shoulders wide. She would have guessed he was a big predator shifter, even if she didn’t know he was a bear.
He shucked his snow pants and slipped under the covers clad only in a pair of boxer briefs.
“I had plans too, you know,” she said, feeling silly as he bulldozed his way through the pillow fortress she’d made around herself.
“Tell me the plan.”
“Move to the couch before you got home so you wouldn’t think I’m weird.”
He laughed. “You do look mighty comfortable in my bed.”
“If you had snacks up here, I would’ve one hundred percent been eating in your bed while I watched my show.”
He snorted. “Satin sheets hate crumbs.”
“But you would think of me every time a crumb itched you at night.”
“Every time I’m pissed and trying to wipe food off my bed?”
“Yep.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her and whooo she melted. Moira was still drowsy with sleepiness, but this felt nice waking up to a big, powerful, warm man exploring her body with his hands under such soft covers.
He pulled the covers over them, hiding them both from the world outside, and nipped at her neck. It tickled so she giggled and winced to the side. His chuckle was deep and vibrated the air between them.
He moved back to her lips and drank her in.
She reveled in the taste of him, and the feel of his tongue thrusting against hers.
A little moan escaped her as he kissed down her neck and pulled her lace bra down low enough to pop her breasts out of it.
He sucked on her nipples and then moved down her stomach and bit her panties.
He lifted those gold eyes to hers as he gritted his teeth and pulled them down.
She lifted up just enough for him to be able to pull her panties down to her knees, and with his hand, he ripped them down the rest of the way.
He kicked out of his boxer briefs and then he was there, a solid weight against her, like a comforting blanket. Moira’s heart was pounding against her chest as he cupped her neck and kissed her again, rolling his hips against hers as he did.
Cam was right there, pressing against her sex just right.
She parted her knees wider for him, and he whispered, “Good.”
All logical thought left her. She disappeared into the sensations he was creating with the friction of his body rubbing against hers.
Nothing had felt this good perhaps ever, but as he eased the head of his rock-hard cock at her slick entrance, she got completely lost.
“Please,” she whispered.
Cam pushed into her deep, up to the hilt, and stayed there for a few seconds as she adjusted to the stretch. Slowly, he eased back, then shoved into her again. Out slow, in hard.
Already her body was buzzing and begging for more.
He held her hands, intertwining their fingers as he pumped into her slowly.
God, it felt so good.
“Cam,” she whispered in desperation.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Those words…ooof. Safe? How long had it been since she’d ever heard that word combination?
The sensation in her middle ramped up with every thrust now, spurred on by the sexy uttered words next to her ear.
He pushed into her deep, then withdrew slow. Pushed deep, harder, a little faster now.
Withdrew slow.
Cam’s body was tensing now and he released her hands, slid an arm around her back to drag her more tightly against him as he drove into her. Faster now. He was thrusting faster and she was almost there. Fuck! “Cam?” she whispered.
“Me too,” he gritted out, slamming into her deeper, faster.
Her body felt like it exploded with pleasure, and his body reacted. He gritted out her name and pulsed warmth into her as she cried out over and over.
Nothing had ever felt like this before. She was blinded with pleasure as he dragged every pulse of ecstasy from her release.
Cam slowed, twitching slightly as his own climax faded.
And then he kissed her. And he kissed her. And he kissed her. He kissed her lips until she was relaxed and tired all over again.
He kissed her until her body buzzed. She felt drunk on him and smiled sleepily as he pulled his lips from hers.
Cam brushed her hair from her face and searched her eyes.
His eyes were such a striking, bright gold color right now, but she wasn’t afraid of his animal.
He’d said she was safe and she didn’t know why, but she believed him.
“You’re surprising,” he murmured in a gritty voice.
“Yeah?”
He gave this hot, crooked grin and then pulled her over with him. On their sides, she relaxed into his rhythmic strokes through her hair.
She didn’t know this man very well, but already he’d been more caring than anyone she had ever been with.
She admitted something quietly to him. “You have surprised me too, and I don’t get surprised by people.”
Cam slung a powerful leg over her hip and hugged her close. “I hear cats sleep all day.”
She grinned and nipped at his throat. “I can nap anytime, anywhere, but come three in the morning, every single morning, I get the zoomies. You would hate spending a night with me.”
He chuckled and asked, “What do your zoomies look like?”
“I have to move around, and I find trinkets to play with, and I want to eat snacks.”
“You do this in the middle of every night?”
“Without fail.”
“And you eat food in bed? Ridiculous creature.”
She giggled and nodded. “The worst.”
“Mmm, you have some redeeming qualities.”
Moira sighed and sat up. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me. I should go.”
“Oh hell no. Lay back down.”
“That’s not how this is supposed to work. No bonding. No getting to know each other. I’m just another girl and you’re just another boy.”
He poked a button on the TV remote. “I’ll let you watch your psychopath shows, and I will go down and get you snacks to eat in bed.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. He didn’t play fair. “Fine. One hour and then I’m definitely leaving.” Damn the lie in her voice.
“Absolutely.” Damn the lie in his.
And damn this happy, satisfied feeling in her chest.
She might be safe, but this man was dangerous in ways she couldn’t understand quite yet.
And certainly, he was too interesting for his own good. Or hers.