Bear Sin: A Billionaire Oil Bearons Romance (Bear Fursuits Book 7) by Isadora Montrose

Author:Isadora Montrose [Montrose, Isadora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-25T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

He stood up and stretched, conscious that he was showing his mate how broad and deep his chest was. Which was so unlike him as to make him wonder if there was something in the air of Yakima Ridge that was addling his brain.

His forearms looked even hairier than they had when he first rolled up his shirt sleeves. Which was impossible. Wasn’t it? This bear shifter stuff was either stronger here in Washington State or his long spell in bear had done something to him.

Heather licked her lips. They were rosy and swollen as if he had already been kissing them. They had spent the last half hour talking, but he still wasn’t sure what they had decided about his original question. Which was not like him at all. He didn’t usually let himself wander from the point.

Was she going to share her bed with him tonight?

In the lamplight, her eyes were big and the pupils dilated. Not just from the dim lighting. He suspected his own were equally large. He held out a hand to her. She put hers into it so hesitantly his heart squeezed.

He would have to be careful with her. Heather was not just young and inexperienced. She had had a lot of awful things happen to her in her short life. And it would be to his further discredit if marrying Patrick Bascom was just another in the series of hard knocks that life had dealt her.

“Should I sleep in the bedroom?” he asked.

“Husbands and wives sleep in the same bed.”

He decided not to laugh at her prim rationalization. “I’d like that.” He kissed her. Gently. Just a pledge. Not an invitation to tussle. “Let’s lock up.”

“I’d sure like to brush my teeth first,” she said and clapped her hands over her mouth.

“Me too. I’ll go get us a couple of green twigs.” He grabbed a knife from a drawer and went out, testing it with his thumb. It was sharp.

Even this far from the river, it didn’t take long to find a willow tree. He brought twigs into the cabin and set about pounding the ends.

She stood at his elbow and watched. “I’d forgotten about that.”

“It’s a basic survival skill. Doesn’t taste too bad once you get used to it. And it works better if there some bicarbonate of soda to dip the twigs into.”

“I think there’s a plastic box somewhere.” She began to open and close the cupboard doors and returned with a small canister. “I wonder if it’s gone all hard.” It hadn’t.

“Do we have saucers?”

“Little bowls.” She put two on the counter.

“Now we just need some of your boiled water.”

“Oh, my goodness. I clean forgot. I don’t know how long this has been boiling.”

He peered into the pot. “Long enough – it’s down about an inch.”

“We’ll leave it to cool overnight.” She turned off the burner and poured a half an inch of water from the jug into two tumblers.

He wondered if she felt the same intimacy he did standing beside the kitchen sink scrubbing his teeth with his twig and the baking soda.

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