Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“This is his territory,” Boone says in that deep raspy voice I’m quickly getting addicted to. “I let him out and he wanders all over these mountains.”
“And you just… watch? From inside?”
He nods. “Yeah. I watch and experience the world through his eyes and nose and other senses.”
“What’s that like?”
He thinks about it for a moment, taking his time which I love. There’s no rush with Boone. He doesn’t use a lot of words, so each one is carefully chosen and deliberate. It’s so different from the men at the station with their pretty looks and their loose mouths that won’t stop running, spewing every thought that comes to their head, even though they should probably keep ninety-nine percent of those thoughts to themselves.
“I guess it’s like putting on a VR headset that lets you smell every scent in the forest.”
“Is he like… dangerous to me?”
The fierceness in his eyes as he looks at me makes my pulse race. “Never. He would die protecting you, Veronica. You’re his mate too. You now have a thousand pound grizzly bear who would kill anyone who threatens you.”
“Oh,” I say, taken aback. “I’m not sure if I need that, but good to know, I guess.”
He smiles at me. “You’ll see. You two will be good friends.”
I drop my eyes to the snow, thinking about that. I never thought I’d be friends with a grizzly bear. I don’t even know what that would look like. Although, I am pretty curious about it.
“He’s the one who never gave up hope that you’d show up,” he says with a heavy sigh. “He never stopped believing.”
“And you?” I whisper. “Did you stop believing?”
He takes a few deep breaths as we walk up the mountain. The only sound is our footsteps.
“I did,” he finally says. “I gave into cynicism and doubt. I guess I had convinced myself that I didn’t want you.”
“Oh,” I say.
He stops and turns to me, takes my hands in his. The loving look he gives me makes my knees wobble.
“I was wrong,” he says with an undeniable certainty in his tone. “My grizzly was right. I never should have doubted fate. Look how perfect you are, Veronica. I can’t believe you’re real.”
Our eyes are locked on one another. I can’t look away.
The air between us crackles, thick and hot despite the cold.
We move together, our bodies taking over. Our souls are on the same wavelength. Our hearts speak the same language. I melt into his big arms and drop my gaze to his sexy mouth. I love his lips. I love his beard. I love his eyes. I love his nose.
He lets out a deep moan as our mouths come together, him dipping down, me stepping up. When our lips touch, it’s like a flood of warmth bursting inside me.
His kiss is soft and gentle at first. Sweet and romantic for such a big powerful man. I can tell he’s being gentle with me, scared he’s going to be too rough and hurt me.
But I’m his mate, and I can take it. I want to feel him losing control.
I slide my tongue into his mouth with a hungry moan, grabbing his flannel sweater in my fists as I pull his body against mine.
My breasts press into his chest. My hard nipples tingle for more.
His grip on me tightens.
Yes. Yes...
He growls as he tastes me…
And then he kisses me harder, passionate, losing all control. I turn to jelly as I feel his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. He claims my mouth with his. Making me certain that I belong to him. Forever.
I gasp as I cling to him, feeling his powerful hand moving to the back of my neck, grabbing my hair, tilting my head back to kiss me even deeper.
Every stroke of his tongue makes my legs weaker. Every move of his lips makes me unravel a little more. Like he’s kissing every defense I ever had right out of my body. Any bit of doubt that I shouldn’t be here—evaporated. Any shred of hesitation—obliterated. Any prudish thought—gone. I want him. All of him.
“Boone…” I whisper against his mouth, but it comes out like a plea. Like a confession. Like a request for more.
He answers with another growl, low and possessive. It rumbles through me, leaving me shaken. His chest is flush to mine, his breath hot on my cheek, his fingers tightening in my hair like he’s terrified I might float away from him.
“You have no idea,” he rasps, kissing down the corner of my mouth, “what you’re doing to me.”
I shiver, my hands sliding over the round curves of his shoulders, gripping them, needing him closer even though he’s already pinning me to his body.
The spot on my neck is tingling so hard, it’s aching. It’s desperate for his lips. For his mark.