Bear for Christmas: Kodiak Den #4 (Alaskan Den Men Book 15)

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by Amy Lamont


  His words cast a spell over me. I allowed my eyes to drift shut again as desire rippled through me, warm and languorous.

  Every sense went on high alert. I could feel his warmth seeping into me even with several inches separating us. The tang of his woodsy cologne mixed with the scent of burning candles teased my nose. Fat flakes of snow melted on my cheeks and stuck to my eyelashes, cloaking us in an air of magic.

  I pulled in a deep breath and opened my eyes. “Okay.”

  “You sure?”

  No. “Yes.”

  His sexy smile said it all. He tugged me from the enchanted midnight forest of the bar into the glittering holiday wonderland of the lobby. He stopped next to a large fir tree covered in snow and red bows and twinkling white lights. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

  I stood exactly where he left me as he strode toward the front desk. Relief filled me as I realized I wouldn’t have to stand next to him as he rented us a room that we only intended to use for one thing. This wasn’t exactly the type of hotel that rented rooms by the hour.

  That thought brought up something else. Should I offer to pay half for the room? Was it bad form to let your one-night stand pick up the tab? My teeth worried my lower lip. How had I made it to the ripe old age of twenty-two without figuring any of this out?

  A surge of panic raced through me again. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t.

  Without another thought, I turned on a heel and all but ran to the revolving doors. I burst out onto the sidewalk and took deep, gulping breaths of frigid air. The cold stung my lungs and sent goose bumps skittering down my bare arms. But it wasn’t enough to stop me from trying to escape. I couldn’t run too fast on these heels, but I power walked my way down the slushy sidewalk as well as I could manage.

  “Emma, stop.” Nate’s voice came from right over my shoulder. His tone was that of a man used to having his commands followed.

  I picked up my pace. I couldn’t face him.

  His footsteps stayed right at my heels. “Emma, please.”

  I stopped dead in my tracks. Even though we’d only just met, I knew this was not a man given to asking for things. Especially in that tone of voice.

  I whirled to face him and nearly lost my footing as one heel hit an icy patch on the concrete. He snatched me into his arms, holding me close to keep me from going ass over elbows onto the city street.

  Only as his warmth started seeping into me did I notice how cold I’d gotten. I shivered and fought to keep my teeth from chattering. He pulled me closer and moved us over to stand in front of one of the storefronts, out of the line of all the pedestrian traffic.

  “Emma, what happened?” He kept his mouth close to my ear. “Why would you run out of there like that?”

  I stayed where I was, tucked into his hard body, absorbing his heat, but I raised my eyes to his.

  “I-I g-got scared.” I didn’t know if it was cold or fear that made my voice tremble, but I couldn’t control it.

  His arms tightened around me. “Scared of me?”

  I searched his eyes with mine and shrugged. How could I explain that it wasn’t him so much as myself I was afraid of?

  An impatient sound came from him. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

  I stiffened before he had the chance to get another word out.

  He gave me a gentle shake. “I’m not going to attack you, sweetheart. If you don’t want to go up to the room, then we won’t. But I’m not going to allow you stand here and freeze your lovely ass off another minute.” He pulled back and started to tug me toward the hotel. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up. We can talk and if you want to go, we’ll get your coat and a cab.”

  I could feel heat hit my cheeks at his chiding words. I was such a dork. He was right. I could have said no or told him I rather get to know him better. But instead I ran outside with no more sense than the toddler he’d stopped earlier. All I could do was nod and follow him back inside.

  As soon as we hit the hotel, Nate steered us to the back of the lobby where a fire blazed in a stone fireplace. I held out my hands to the heat and almost sighed in relief. But when Nate wrapped his arms around me from behind, I jumped.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear, resting his cheek against the side of my head, “I just want to get you warm.”

  I sighed at my own idiocy. Of course, he had nothing else in mind. Why on earth would he want to pick up where we left off after I acted like a lunatic?

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  He rocked us back and forth a little bit. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

  I let my eyes drift closed, relieved he was being so sweet about my behavior. Just for a minute, I allowed myself to melt back into him, absorbing his heat and letting my senses swim at having him around me.

  It didn’t take long for me to warm up again, but I hated giving up his body heat, the hard planes of his body at my back.

  Oh, God. I was such an idiot. As I breathed him in, it hit me. I could be upstairs right now. Instead of standing in the hotel lobby surrounded by people and with several layers of clothing between us, I could be upstairs, alone and naked and under the sheets with this gorgeous man. This man who called to me on a visceral level in a way I couldn’t explain, even to myself. What had I been thinking?

  “I panicked.” I said.

  He gave me a squeeze. “It’s okay.”

  “No it’s really not.” I turned in his arms. “Everything hit me all at once and I freaked.”

  “Everything?” he asked, keeping me in a loose hold, his arms resting around my waist.

  I nodded. “I sort of came here tonight to…well…do what we were going to do.”

  He froze, his amber eyes turning glacial. “You came here to pick me up in the bar?”

  I nodded then stopped and shook my head. “No, well, not exactly. Not you. Someone. It wasn’t specific.”

  I stopped my senseless rambling and pulled in a deep breath, gripping his biceps as I tried to figure out the best way to explain. Then I realized the only thing I could do was to tell him the truth.

  Before I could give it any more thought, I blurted everything out to him, this gorgeous man who I’d only met an hour ago. I told him about the bet, Paige’s idea, and how she made me pledge to give it a try.

  “So you only came here tonight to win a bet?” The beginnings of a smile turned his lips up a little and amusement lightened his eyes. He kept one arm around me while the other reached up to twirl one of my curls around a finger.

  Okay, how weird was this? I was the queen of avoiding social interactions. Yet, for some reason, I felt totally comfortable standing in the arms of a complete stranger in the middle of a busy hotel lobby, spilling my guts.

  “I wouldn’t say I came to win the bet. More to humor Paige. I didn’t really think anything would happen.”

  Now he outright grinned. “Technically, nothing has happened.”

  My heart sank just a little at his words. I bit my lip as I gazed up at him.

  “I know,” I murmured. “I guess it all hit me at once. I was nervous and worried I’d…”

  His grin fled and his voice came out low and raspy. “Worried you’d what?”

  “Disappoint you.” I could barely get the words out and heat flooded my face at my admission.

  “How would you disappoint me?”

  “I-I’m not exactly the most experienced woman in the world.”

  At my whispered words, something flared to life in his eyes and he pulled me closer. “And you thought I’d find that disappointing?”

  I nodded and once again found myself fascinated by the buttons on his shirt, unable to raise my head to meet his gaze.

  “Hey.” He shook my gently. “Look at me.”

  I dug deep to find some courage and managed to raise my eyes to his.

  “You’re overthinking this.” He ran a hand soothingly down my back. “And I’m starting to see why your friends thought you needed to shake things up. I
get the feeling you spend a lot of time living in your own beautiful head.”

  I nodded. “I guess you could say that.”

  “You know some people would say that sex is a great way to get out of your head and enjoy the moment,” he teased.

  I couldn’t help but smile up at him. As my gaze raked his face, I got the sense he wasn’t given to teasing and light conversations very often. Something about the way he looked earlier striding across the lobby, all pent up power and restrained energy. Even now, with a smile playing across his lips, there was something moving behind his eyes waiting to be unleashed.

  My mouth went dry and the grin slipped from my face. His teasing words repeated themselves in my mind and the truth of them struck me, leaving me breathless and wondering if I could do it. If this man holding me could help me get out of my head, and just this once let go and enjoy the moment, without having to pick apart and analyze everything.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” His smile faded and he searched my face. “I was only teasing.”

  I nodded. “I know. But you’re right. I do live in my head. It would be so nice if just once…”

  I bit my lip, struggling to finish my sentence. If I said the words that wanted to burst from me—that I wanted to be with him, that I wanted him to make me feel things I haven’t ever felt without having to think about the consequences—I couldn’t take them back. I couldn’t tell him yes and then run away. Not again.

  Was I ready to say those words and to really allow him to take me to his room upstairs?

  As usual, my brain went into overdrive, searching for the right answer, picking apart every thought. I wanted to be with this man more than I wanted my next breath. But I was afraid.

  “Excuse us.” A young man slid past us, pulling a pretty blonde woman behind him to get to the seats in front of the fireplace.

  Nate shuffled us out of the way, moving us to the doorway of another hallway that seemed pretty deserted at the moment, all while keeping me in his arms.

  “Talk to me,” Nate said.

  I stared up at him, wanting nothing more than to blurt out that he should take me upstairs. Now. But something stopped me.

  “Hey, you two.”

  Nate didn’t let me go, but we both turned to look at the elderly gentleman who had called to us. He had a kindly smile and pointed to something over our heads.

  We looked up at the same time, and my breath left me as a jolt went through my body. Tears prickled behind my eyes. I managed to fight them off, but I could not tear my gaze from the sprig of mistletoe hanging above us.

  I could almost hear my mother’s voice whispering in my ear as she retold the story of how she and my father had met in this hotel. And it all started when we found ourselves standing underneath the mistletoe…

  “Emma?”

  I lowered my chin and stared at Nate. And before I could form a coherent thought, I threw my arms around his neck, pressed my body to his, and took his mouth with my own.

  I could feel the muscles in his shoulders tense as I kissed him. But in seconds, he relaxed and pulled me in closer, taking over the kiss as his mouth slanted and opened over mine.

  His tongue plunged into my mouth, once and then again, before he pulled back. I stood there, my eyes closed, for several breaths. He held me tightly and I could feel his breath against my cheeks.

  “Emma?” Nate’s voice held a note of concern.

  My eyes drifted open. His face was still so close to mine and all I could think about was getting his lips back on mine.

  “Now that’s what I call a kiss.” The old man’s voice broke into my thoughts, but didn’t quite break the spell I was under. I turned my head to look at him. He winked and grinned and then moved off down the hall.

  “Nate.” I almost didn’t recognize the husky voice coming out of me. “I think I made a mistake.”

  He stared down at me, his mouth a hard line. But, I noticed, he didn’t let go of me. A small flare of hope sparked in my chest.

  “I want you to take me upstairs,” I whispered.

  The only sign that my words had any impact on him was his hands clenching and unclenching on my hips.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Nate said.

  “Overthinking is supposed to be my problem,” I teased. I slid my hands down from around his neck and let them rest on his chest. “Unless…have you changed your mind? Do you not want to…?”

  His hands gripped me hard and pulled me closer. “I want to, sweetheart. But I don’t think you know what you want.”

  “I do.” And I did. The mistletoe over my head reminded me of my parents, how they’d met and married within a few months and lived happily ever after together for over fifteen years. Neither one of them spent time thinking about it.

  Not that I expected a marriage proposal from Nate. Or really anything beyond this one night. But his words, the mistletoe, it reminded me of a time in my life, before my parents died, when every move I made wasn’t carefully planned and plotted and analyzed.

  My friends were right. I needed an adventure. And everything in me told me I needed to find it with the man who held me in his arms.

  “I know what I want,” I said, my voice surprisingly firm and clear. I looked into his eyes. “I want you.”

  It was as if something inside him broke. He leaned down and gave me a swift, hard kiss before pulling back a little.

  “You don’t have to do this.” His words were whispered against my lips. He pressed in again, the kiss more reassuring than passionate.

  I pulled my head back and made sure he was looking in my eyes. “Thank you for that.” I leaned in and laid a lingering kiss on his jaw. “But I won’t be changing my mind again. I want this. You.”

  He kissed me again, long and hard and deep. He pulled back and while I tried to catch my breath, his eyes roamed my face, searching for something. After a full minute, a smile played over his lips and he tugged me toward the elevator. He held me close, his arm around my waist as we waited for the elevator to arrive.

  I fully expected a return of the panic. But it never came.

  When the elevator opened, he looked down at me, raising an eyebrow. I leaned into him and used my shoulder to nudge him. He got the message and took my hand, pulling me inside along with several other people.

  We stood, shoulders brushing, sides touching, my hand clasped in his much larger one, Nate holding me close as the elevator ascended to the thirtieth floor. As the doors opened at different floors to let some of the passengers off, I could almost feel my blood humming through my veins. Nervous excitement and flat-out arousal warred inside me. If the elevator didn’t make it to our floor soon, I would end up a puddle on the floor.

  God, all this and the man barely touched me. I snuck a peek at him from under my lashes. His face was turned to the numbers above the doors. I shivered as I took in his chiseled jawline with the light stubble covering it, imagining the rasp of it chafing my skin.

  As if he could hear my thoughts, he turned his head and gave me a sexy smirk. I shivered again.

  “Can’t this thing move any faster?” I asked on a whisper.

  His smirk turned into a grin and he moved his head down toward mine, stopping with our lips only a hair’s breadth apart. “Patience, sweetheart.”

  This from the man who suggested we get a room less than an hour after we’d met.

  Oh my God. Less than an hour! Who did that kind of thing? Well, truthfully, I knew lots of people did. But not me. Never me.

  “You still with me?” he asked as the elevator dinged at our floor.

  I pulled in a steadying breath and grasped his hand tighter. This might not be my thing, but damned if I was turning back now. Just this once I could live out one of my fantasies instead of letting Brandi Silver live them for me on the pages of a magazine.

  “I’m still with you.”

  We stepped out of the elevator and moved to our room.

  Our room. A jolt went through me and I did my b
est to put one foot in front of the other.

  Chapter 5

  He opened the door and held it, gesturing for me to precede him inside.

  Standing in the doorway, I allowed my gaze to drift around the room. Anything to keep from thinking about what was about to happen here. I was gratified to see the winter motif had been carried through to the rooms. The lamps had shades with snowflake cutouts casting a glow on the dark walls. The framed art showed wintry scenes.

  I took a deep breath and turned my attention to the king-sized bed in the center of the room. A fluffy midnight comforter with a large snowflake in the center was turned down at the top to show brilliant white sheets. The pillows were various shades of blue and white.

  I moved forward and reached for a branch of a small fir tree that had been placed in the corner in front of the window. I ran a finger mindlessly over the needles. “Funny, in all the years I’ve visited the hotel, I’ve never been in one of the rooms. I wouldn’t have expected all this. It’s beautiful.”

  I turned to find myself the object of Nate’s relentless gaze. As soon as my attention turned to him, he stalked forward, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His lips moved over mine and his tongue stroked along the seam in my lips. I gasped as he pulled my body firmly against his so every part of me was pressed against him. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in my mouth, sweeping inside like a starving man dying to taste me.

  His mouth left my lips only to slide across my cheek and land by my ear. His warm breath caused me to shiver and when he took my earlobe between his teeth, my knees got weak. I wrapped my arms around him, pushing myself even closer, letting him take most of my weight.

  In a dizzying instant, we shifted and before I knew what he was doing, he had me on my back on the bed, his weight on top of me. I managed to kick off my shoes as I brought my knees up to create a cradle for him.

  It was just as he said. The feeling of his body pushing me down into the mattress made every part of me tingle. He leaned in and before I could so much as blink, he was kissing me again. His mouth plundered mine as his hands came up to cup my breasts.

 

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