Four weeks until Ian’s book is available! I can’t wait. This bear shifter is all rogue on the outside, and all squishy teddy bear on the inside. When I started writing, I had no idea he’d be so sweet and tender, and I fell in love with this character!
Sleep didn’t come. He was listening so intently, he though he imagined the soft knock on his door.
He jumped up. The sheets tangled around one of his legs and he nearly fell on his face. But he caught himself just in time, disentangled his foot, and rushed to the door. He pulled it open, and there she stood, tears tracking down her cheeks.
“Babe,” he said, tugging her forward.
Her arms wrapped around him and he held her tight.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I want to stay with you,” she said.
Somehow, he got the distinct impression that it had been incredibly difficult for her to say those words. He maneuvered half out of their hug so he could bend and reach around the backs of her knees, then he carried her into the cabin like she was his bride.
By the time he slammed the door shut with his foot, her tears had stopped.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he asked her.
“Not really.”
He brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on his bed. Their bed, if she would stay with him. He didn’t have much to offer, and likely she was used to a nice house or apartment in town. But if she would agree to be with him, he’d do whatever it took to make her happy here.
Climbing into bed after her, he tucked the blankets around them and pulled her close. She wasn’t crying anymore, so that was a good sign.
His dick was happy to be so close to her, but he willed it down. In his experience, women didn’t cry because they wanted sex.
Eventually, her breathing evened out, and her heart rate, and he contented himself with holding her close. This was all he needed—to be close to his mate.
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