Page 22 of Bearly Breathing

Doubt filled her blue eyes. Marcus frowned. He wanted to rake his claws against the idiots who’d made her feel insecure. The ones who passed up the chance to be with her. At the same time, he wanted to thank them for saving her just for him.

Possessive much? Hell yeah! Still, he wanted her to see herself as he did, a beautiful, sexy, and vibrant woman, someone who deserved to be loved for who she was.

A “vacation romance”?Hardly. She was fucking his. Forever. Fatedmates.

What about your big furry secret? That was a separate issue. Leya had to accept that he truly wanted her as a woman first, then he’d work out when to introduce his Bear.

“Okay,” she said, and he saw the moment she decided to trust him. He exhaled and squeezed her waist, thanking God she said yes.

“I’ll be here first thing in the morning to take you out on our second official date.”

“Second?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Okay,” she conceded, “dinner counts, even if we didn’t eat.”

“Oh, baby, I ate. I devoured that sweet mouth of yours, little one,” he grinned and nipped her lip making her smile and shiver in return. Good. She should always smile.

“We’ll go swimming, then I’d love to take you hiking to this little spot I found last time I was here.”

“Does this hike end with a nice view?”

“Breathtaking,” he answered, but he wasn’t talking about the hike.

“Sounds good,” her lips tilted up in a smile that stole the breath from his body.

Dazzling. He pressed his mouth to her lips and kissed her softly before nudging her further inside and closing the door. Marcus groaned.

Fuck. Time for another cold shower.