The Write Bear (Highland Brothers 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Why don’t you take a nap?”
    She peered at him. “A nap? No. You’re stalling. It’s nearly two o’clock and we’ve accomplished nothing today.”
    “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. We went for a hike. You learned how to catch a fish. We had an excellent meal. I say that’s something.”
    She inched closer to him, her finger poking at his chest. She didn’t expect the flare in his eyes, but she wasn’t going to back down. They had a deal.
    “Go get your manuscript.”
    “Excuse me?” His head tilted to the side and from this angle she could see amber flecks in his dark eyes. They sparked and glimmered.
    “I said go get your manuscript. We’ll work in here. This is a good spot. No distractions.”
    “No,” he growled.
    “What?” Her eyes flared. “We have to work through your writer’s block.”
    “I don’t have writer’s block,” he roared.
    “Then what in the hell do you call it? You don’t have a finished book. Your deadline is in two weeks. And you won’t let me help you.”
    He clenched his fists. She could see the muscles in his neck twitch. “I’m working through it. Leave it alone, Riley.”
    She shook her head. “No, I can’t. I won’t.” Her hand moved to his. She stared in his eyes, feeling the heat of his skin. “Let me help, Hudson.”
    “You should go.” His eyes were trailing over her throat. His voice was low and husky.
    “No. You haven’t even given me a chance.” She was going to stand firm. She had to. “You’ll be surprised at the things I can do for you. Really, it’s not scary. I know you must think that. All writers do. But, if you let me in I can change things for you.”
    “Leave,” he roared. “I can’t control myself much longer.”
    Her eyes darted back and forth in panic. His chest was heaving, and she could feel the air between them heating with his breath.
    “What do you mean can’t control yourself?” she whispered. Suddenly, she knew he wasn’t talking about the book.
    “This. This is what I mean.” His hands circled around her, drawing her against his solid frame.
    His hot mouth sought her lips with hunger and fire. Her lips parted as his tongue twisted against hers.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, diving into the kiss with all the passion she had stored.
    His hands fisted through her hair, tugging and pulling her head so he could thrust his tongue deeper in her mouth. It felt as if he was drinking her in, thirsting for her. She moved her mouth wildly against his. Her limbs began to melt into his embrace.
    He gasped a ragged breath and pulled himself away. “Go, you need to go.” His voice was pained.
    “Are you kidding?” Riley had a few lousy kisses in her life, and she wasn’t about to walk away from the hottest damn kisser that had graced her lips.
    “It’s not safe. You should go.” He settled on the leather couch. “The deal is off.”
    She could see him struggling to release the tension in his hands. His fingers were clinched in balls. His knuckles white from the strain.
    She couldn’t take it anymore. He had pushed her away only to draw her back in. He was hot and cold. Confusion and clarity. She needed to put an end to it. For once and all she would know if she had made up the attraction she thought they shared.
    “Kiss me again,” she ordered, standing over him.
    “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
    “Kiss me.” She dropped to the floor so she was eye level with him. “Please.”
    He groaned. “I came up here to avoid this. To avoid you.” He shoved off the couch and paced around the room, making laps while his shoulders brushed against some of Riley’s favorite titles.
    “Avoid me? We only met last night.” Riley felt confused, but all her lips felt were hot and bruised from his mouth.
    “I can’t explain it.” He threw his hands in the air.
    “Try me.”
    “No.” He walked to the door, pulling the knob in his hand. “Get your things together and get out.”
    Before Riley could catch her breath he