Bearing the Whiteout (Ice Bear Shifters Book 2) by Sloane Meyers Page A

“I don’t think you royally fucked up,” she said. Delaney took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Her heart had started beating faster as Eric confessed that he had been interested in her. Eric had wanted to date her! He had delivered his monologue as an apology, but Delaney could see through to what it really was. He wasn’t just trying to apologize. He was trying to test the waters and ask if there was any teeny tiny chance left that he might have a shot at being with her.
    Delaney took a long, final sip from her tea and stood up. She grabbed Eric’s mug from him and took both of their mugs to the small sink. She stared out the small window above the sink for a few moments. The blizzard still raged outside, and the view out the window was just a solid white expanse. Delaney took a deep breath and turned around. She could hardly believe she was about to come on to a bear man, but, really, she could hardly believe anything that had happened today. Why stop now? Besides, if there’s one thing that life in the wilds and on the road had taught Delaney, it was that nothing was going to be handed to you on a platter. You had to be vigilant about going after what you wanted.
    And Delaney wanted Eric Caldwell.

Chapter Seven
    Delaney locked eyes with Eric. The violet edges of his eyes had started glowing yellow, and Delaney couldn’t tear her gaze away from the beautiful sight. She started walking toward him slowly, deliberately. Her own eyes were hungry, needing, and wanting. She kept going until she stood right in front of him, giving him a sultry, purposeful look.
    “It looks like we might be stuck in here for a while,” Delaney said, her voice low and suggestive. His eyes glowed brighter, and he let out a long, low growl. That was all the encouragement Delaney needed. She leaned down into him and put her lips on his lips. She moaned as he wrapped his arms around her and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her with him. As she lay on top of him, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and moved it slowly over her own tongue. She could feel his dick stiffening beneath her groin, and the knowledge that she was turning him on made her heart beat faster than it already was. She could feel the moisture growing between her legs as her body readied itself, pleading and longing for him to find his home inside of her.
    Delaney pulled back from Eric’s kiss and dipped her head slightly to the side to nibble on his ear. She chewed the lobe gently, and tickled it with her tongue. Eric moaned and his arms around her tightened with pleasure. Delaney dipped her head further so her tongue was on Eric’s neck. She could feel his rough stubble prickling her smooth skin, and each little prickle sent a tingling shock wave of desire through her. She gently nibbled Eric’s neck and ran her tongue across it. He tasted salty, like the ocean, and she wondered if this was the remnants of his swim through the Arctic waters. The swim that saved her life.
    The thought of him swimming through frigid waters to save her sent more delicious tingles through her body. She started pulling at his sweatshirt.
    “I want you naked, now,” she demanded.
    He looked up at her with amusement. “Well, aren’t you a demanding one? And what if I want you naked, too?”
    Delaney smirked. “I guess fair’s fair,” she said, then sat up with her legs straddling his groin. She lifted her thermal long-sleeved shirt over her head, revealing a black bra and a perfectly sculpted stomach. Eric groaned in appreciation as he took in the spectacle. Delaney gave him a seductive smile, and reached behind her back to unclasp the bra. She slowly, provocatively pulled one down one shoulder strap, and then the other. With a devious smile, she pulled the bra completely off and tossed it across the trailer with a flourish. Her full, round breasts came into view, with her nipples alert, standing at attention. Eric groaned and pushed his erection against her pelvis.