Bear's Baby (Bear Heat Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

total sweetheart. He was sharp as a tack, but he hid
his insight and intelligence with smart-assed comments and jokes. He
used humor to put people at ease. An astute judge of character, he
could size his opponents up and sweet-talk people into doing what he
wanted.
    He had been a little smarmy
with her at first, but once he saw her discomfort, he had stopped
pretending to be a jerk and a smart-ass. His apologies had been
earnest and sincere, and he was open and honest with her.
    His initial suave arrogance
was gone. Instead, he seemed tense and nervous around her now. He
held himself back, afraid to make a move or a single mistake.
    It was cute, the way he
appeared almost shy in front of her.
    Lindy approached him slowly.
There was no doubt that he wanted her. The chemistry, the
electrifying tension between them was so palpable, so powerful, she
could almost touch it and taste it. It was a heady, giddy feeling,
being wanted by a man like Baxter. A hunk, a bad boy, a powerful
Black Bear who could have any female he wanted. All the men that her
friends had set her up with had been mousy, nerdy men with deskbound
jobs. Men like her, she supposed. Her friends probably thought they
would be a good match for her.
    She never dreamed that a big,
sexy hunk like Baxter would give her a second glance. Well, she did
dream of him a couple of times over the years, usually after she had
read about him in the papers or glimpsed his scowl when a camera was
shoved in his face right after the conclusion of a high-profile
mission.
    In her dreams, he did more
than look at her. He did much more, but hey, that was only a dream.
    This—this was no dream.
This was real.
    Lindy put her hand on
Baxter's broad chest. He felt hard, solid and burning hot to her
touch.
    She felt a tremor course
through his massive body as his nostrils flared. “Lindy,”
he said in a low, dangerous voice. His eyes darkened with raw,
primal desire. Yet he didn't reach for her. His growl told her how
much he wanted her, respected her, and ached for her. She could see
the consuming passion and tormenting hunger in his eyes, on his face,
on every stark line of his powerful body.
    To undo a powerful, virile
male so utterly and completely was a heady new experience for her.
She had never ever had this impact on any man. She had never had
anyone look at her with such yearning and desire.
    She wanted to pinch herself
and squeal. Baxter, the man of her girlish fantasies and naughty
dreams, was here, for her taking.
    Maybe good, nerdy, curvy
girls do get their man after all. Good things do come to those who
wait.
    Lindy moved closer to Baxter.
She saw his gray eyes glow and turn feral for a beat before he
lashed his bear down with a snarl.
    “Lindy, I want you.
I'm going out of my mind for you,” he gritted out. “But
I have to know that you want me back.”
    “I do, Baxter,”
she whispered. “I want you.” I've wanted you since I
first saw you ten years ago.
    She gasped when he reached
out and grabbed her hard. Crushing her to him, he pressed his lips
to hers in a bruising, demanding kiss. There was no hesitation, no
gentleness this time. He took what he wanted, and what he wanted was
her.
    He walked her backwards to
her bedroom, his lips and hands never leaving her. Her blouse was
already unbuttoned by the time they pushed through the door of her
bedroom. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, he had removed
her bra and was tugging her skirt and panties down her hips.
    She was naked when she landed
on the sheets. Shrugging off his clothes, he covered her body with
his and hissed when his cock pressed against the hot, wet folds of
her pussy.
    Lindy began to pant as his
tongue laved a blazing trail down her body. Baxter's mouth and hands
found her sensitive spots expertly, and her core began to ache
maddeningly as she writhed beneath him. She knew that he must have
had many women, many lovers in his bed all these years, and the
thought was harsh and jarring. She