Polar Bears are Forever: Book One Supernatural Enforcers Agency by E A Price

burning to feel this man’s touch.  Yearning to feel, his big, rough hands on them.  Even if Erin didn’t know what she wanted, her body sure did.
    Erin licked her lips, and he actually moved an inch closer to her.  For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her.
    Instead, he mumbled the word, “Drink.”
    The spell was broken.  “Huh?”
    Gunner leaned back, and she almost mewled at the loss of heat from his large body.  “The team always goes for a drink after we close a case, or when we’re stuck on a case, or when we just want a drink.  We don’t really need an excuse to drink.  You’re welcome to join us.”
    She was tempted, sorely tempted, anything to prolong her time with this man, this shifter, who incited such feelings in her.  But, she wasn’t really up to dealing with other people.  Other judgmental people.   “I’m a little tired, and I already had a couple of beers.”
    His jaw ticked.  “Next time.”
    “Yes,” she agreed half-heartedly.
    “I better go.”
    Gunner bounded toward her door and started pulling at the locks and chains like he couldn’t get out of there quick enough.  He paused before leaving, “You’ll be at work tomorrow, right?”
    “Of course.”
    “Good, I’ll see you then.  Make sure you lock the door behind me.”
    With that, he was gone.  She gaped at the door before rushing to lock it; she didn’t want to give him an excuse to chastise her again. 
    Was he her boss or her dad?   Right now, it was hard to tell just what he was trying to be.  Why did she feel so confused around him?  Why did she feel like he had some kind of hold over her?
    Whatever it was, she couldn’t wait to see him again.  Yikes, he’d been gone a minute and already she was missing his company.
    Is this how everyone felt about their first crush?  If it was, it was a wonder than anyone ever managed to get any work done!
    Oh, she was screwed .
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Fuck, this was bad.
    Gunner stared into his beer.  His bear – his usually, sullen asshole of a bear – was practically dancing around like he hadn’t a care in the world.  Stupid beast was no help.  He couldn’t see the problem, but Gunner did.
    It was all very well to find one of your teammates attractive; it was quite another to be desperate to rip her clothes off and sink inside her luscious body.  He’d never felt such a deep-seated need for a woman.  And god help him, it wasn’t just sexual .  If it were, he could understand it.  It would just be an itch he could scratch.  But, oh no, couldn’t be that easy, could it?  No, when he’d seen Erin, tear stained and bruised he’d wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap and cuddle with her.  He wanted to be intimate with her.  Fuck, he was losing it.
    He’d felt the thrill of arousal from the second he saw her.  It wasn’t so unusual to feel an immediate pull to a woman, but she really wasn’t his type.  She was smaller, curvier and another species to name a few differences, but hey, attraction was attraction.
    No, it wasn’t until she’d looked at him across the conference table that he really knew he was in trouble.  She didn’t look away .  His beast stared right at her, and she didn’t flinch, or bare her neck in submission.  It kind of pissed off his dominant side, but that was eclipsed by how much it turned him on.  If she were a shifter, she would have looked away.  She would have been forced to .  But no, she met his gaze with those deep, soulful eyes, she trapped him with the vulnerability he saw flashing in them and, fuck, he wanted to reach over that damn table and pull her into his arms.
    Fuck, this was bad.
    Why did she have to come to work wearing a figure hugging skirt and blouse?  It showed off far too much of her curvy legs, and damnit, ended in those come-fuck-me heels.  Yes, he already wanted to, he didn’t need those heels making her look any hotter than she already did .  From the brief