No. Be bold. Don’t talk yourself out of this.
She kicked off her shoes and socks and then stripped out of her jeans and shirt until she was clad only in her lacy gray matching lingerie set. It wasn’t a special occasion set for her. She loved lingerie and always dressed to the nines. No hate on granny panties. They just weren’t for her. For her, lingerie wasn’t really for men. It was for her, so that she felt pretty when she undressed at night. She didn’t have any men looking her way, so she had to be her own biggest cheerleader.
Benefit to her lingerie addiction—she had options when she’d been choosing a set to wear here.
There was a remote control on the bedside table, and she aimed it at a television that was mounted in the upper back corner of the loft bedroom, right by a huge window.
Outside, it was all gloomy clouds and pine trees. It was quite a beautiful view. She switched channels until she found a nice murder documentary, and nested until all the pillows were piled around her just right. His bed was the most comfortable one she’d ever been in. Geez, if she had this bed, she would never leave it.
What if Cam got mad at her for laying in his bed? Was this weird? Maybe she should go back downstairs and wait on the couch for him. Maybe in five minutes. He would be on the tour for a couple of hours. She could at least watch one little murder documentary before he came home.
Decision made, she cuddled deeper into his bed and settled in to solve a few minutes of television crimes.
****
“I had plans to come in here and ravage you,” a deep voice rumbled.
Moira startled awake and gasped when she saw Cam sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. She offered him a sleepy smile. “Hi,” she said, stretching her bare legs under his satin sheets.
“I thought of thirty different ways to fuck you. I barely paid attention to my job. Nearly crashed twice.”
“Mmm. Sounds dangerous. Which one did you choose?”
“None of them,” he answered, locking his arms on either side of her and pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “I came in here ready to be rough with you, and you’re sleeping like anangel in my bed.” He bit her shoulder gently, then rubbed his stubbly jaw against the sensitive skin of her arm.
“I fell asleep.”
“What kind of psychopath falls asleep watching murder shows?” he asked through a chuckle as he clicked the off button on the TV remote.
“It calms me.”
He arched his eyebrows up and shook his head.
“Don’t judge me,” she muttered, lifting the edge of the covers up invitingly.
He stood and kicked out of his shoes, and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a perfectly uniform set of chiseled abdominal muscles. His arms were cut and powerful, and his shoulders wide. She would have guessed he was a big predator shifter, even if she didn’t know he was a bear.
He shucked his snow pants and slipped under the covers clad only in a pair of boxer briefs.
“I had plans too, you know,” she said, feeling silly as he bulldozed his way through the pillow fortress she’d made around herself.
“Tell me the plan.”
“Move to the couch before you got home so you wouldn’t think I’m weird.”
He laughed. “You do look mighty comfortable in my bed.”
“If you had snacks up here, I would’ve one hundred percent been eating in your bed while I watched my show.”
He snorted. “Satin sheets hate crumbs.”
“But you would think of me every time a crumb itched you at night.”
“Every time I’m pissed and trying to wipe food off my bed?”
“Yep.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her and whooo she melted. Moira was still drowsy with sleepiness, but this felt nice wakingup to a big, powerful, warm man exploring her body with his hands under such soft covers.
