Some Bear to Love: BBW Bear Shifter (BWWM) Romance Standalone by Terry Bolryder Page A
Authors: Terry Bolryder
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could feel her own heart pounding in time to his. His hand found her hair and played at the base of her neck as her body tried to slowly calm. She felt so warm and safe against him. She didn’t want to go back to the ship, back to civilization, or back to New York. She just wanted to stay here with her mate.
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T hey were both quiet as Sebastien pulled the rope in until the dinghy was once again right next to the bigger boat. He helped Kim silently onto the back and got on behind her. They changed into their discarded clothes, which were cold from the night air, and then Sebastien helped Kim climb the ladder to the top deck, for some inexplicable reason.
But she felt guided by him, so she went.
When they were up top, the cool, humid night air whipping around them, Sebastien went silently to the front of the boat and stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Kim to join him.
“What does this mean?” she asked, coming beside him, longing for the warmth of his body, the feel of his touch, but knowing he hadn’t promised anything like that. That nothing more could probably happen between them. Neither of them had made promises, except to enjoy one night together.
But could anyone stick to that after seeing how amazing things could be between them?
He shook his head and walked below deck. She wasn’t sure if she should follow, but a moment later, he reappeared with a large blanket, which he wrapped around her shoulders.
“That was amazing,” she said, unable to stand the silence any longer. “How are we supposed to pretend it didn’t even happen?”
He pressed his lips together but just kept looking out at the ocean, infuriating her.
“Please, say something,” she said. “It’s worse if you just keep silent.”
He shifted slightly, took a breath, but then let it out. She sighed and turned to leave, unable to sit and wait any longer, when he caught her arm and pulled her back. He looked into her eyes and saw permission in them to pull her close, so he did.
She loved the warmth that surrounded her, but her heart still felt slightly cold. Then he spoke.
“I know I have no right to ask this of you. I told you I’m not looking to make promises. But yes, I don’t know how to forget what happened tonight, because nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I don’t know how to pretend it didn’t happen, because it has struck me to my core. And I don’t know how to not do it again, because every cell in my body seems to scream to repeat it.” His arms tightened around her, making her feel small yet secure.
As a strong, tall, curvaceous woman, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to. But she liked it. Even if she knew this had to end at some point, she liked it.
“I know it’s not fair.”
“Why aren’t you looking for something?” she mumbled against him.
“I just… It’s not for me. I like my life how it is.” The tightness in his voice suggested there was more to it. But she had no right to ask, so she didn’t.
“What about you?” he asked. “You said you weren’t looking for anything serious. I’m not used to that from women. They seem to want commitment, at least at first.”
She snorted and pulled back to look at him, wondering how he wasn’t cold in the night air. It was warm in the Caribbean, but the water was cool and in the night air, one could feel quite chilled. “Not all women. Plus, sometimes we already have a commitment. Elsewhere.”
He pulled back in shock, leaving her cold. “What do you mean?” His eyes were icy and hard, not the distant look he’d had when she first met him, but with a primal anger in them from something she couldn’t identify.
She studied him for a minute and then realized the implication. “No, no. Nothing like that. I’m not cheating. It’s just that… sometimes families have certain expectations. I have… Well, after this trip, I have duties. To my family I mean.” She shrugged. “It’s fine.”
He raised an eyebrow. His
6
T hey were both quiet as Sebastien pulled the rope in until the dinghy was once again right next to the bigger boat. He helped Kim silently onto the back and got on behind her. They changed into their discarded clothes, which were cold from the night air, and then Sebastien helped Kim climb the ladder to the top deck, for some inexplicable reason.
But she felt guided by him, so she went.
When they were up top, the cool, humid night air whipping around them, Sebastien went silently to the front of the boat and stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Kim to join him.
“What does this mean?” she asked, coming beside him, longing for the warmth of his body, the feel of his touch, but knowing he hadn’t promised anything like that. That nothing more could probably happen between them. Neither of them had made promises, except to enjoy one night together.
But could anyone stick to that after seeing how amazing things could be between them?
He shook his head and walked below deck. She wasn’t sure if she should follow, but a moment later, he reappeared with a large blanket, which he wrapped around her shoulders.
“That was amazing,” she said, unable to stand the silence any longer. “How are we supposed to pretend it didn’t even happen?”
He pressed his lips together but just kept looking out at the ocean, infuriating her.
“Please, say something,” she said. “It’s worse if you just keep silent.”
He shifted slightly, took a breath, but then let it out. She sighed and turned to leave, unable to sit and wait any longer, when he caught her arm and pulled her back. He looked into her eyes and saw permission in them to pull her close, so he did.
She loved the warmth that surrounded her, but her heart still felt slightly cold. Then he spoke.
“I know I have no right to ask this of you. I told you I’m not looking to make promises. But yes, I don’t know how to forget what happened tonight, because nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I don’t know how to pretend it didn’t happen, because it has struck me to my core. And I don’t know how to not do it again, because every cell in my body seems to scream to repeat it.” His arms tightened around her, making her feel small yet secure.
As a strong, tall, curvaceous woman, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to. But she liked it. Even if she knew this had to end at some point, she liked it.
“I know it’s not fair.”
“Why aren’t you looking for something?” she mumbled against him.
“I just… It’s not for me. I like my life how it is.” The tightness in his voice suggested there was more to it. But she had no right to ask, so she didn’t.
“What about you?” he asked. “You said you weren’t looking for anything serious. I’m not used to that from women. They seem to want commitment, at least at first.”
She snorted and pulled back to look at him, wondering how he wasn’t cold in the night air. It was warm in the Caribbean, but the water was cool and in the night air, one could feel quite chilled. “Not all women. Plus, sometimes we already have a commitment. Elsewhere.”
He pulled back in shock, leaving her cold. “What do you mean?” His eyes were icy and hard, not the distant look he’d had when she first met him, but with a primal anger in them from something she couldn’t identify.
She studied him for a minute and then realized the implication. “No, no. Nothing like that. I’m not cheating. It’s just that… sometimes families have certain expectations. I have… Well, after this trip, I have duties. To my family I mean.” She shrugged. “It’s fine.”
He raised an eyebrow. His
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