Bear to the Rescue (Bear Claw Security Book 3) by Terry Bolryder

he felt her hands dig into his tired muscles and let out a groan of relief. “Regan…”
    She laughed. “Yeah, I know. I’m pretty good at this.”
    He sighed and relaxed into her hands, loving the way his troubles and worries melted away as she touched him, accepted him. He could just imagine more nights like this, together at his house.
    If he told her that now, she’d just chide him for being overly romantic. Maybe he was. Maybe he liked the idea of there being one mate for everyone. One person to spend the rest of your life with.
    One person you could trust no matter what.
    “Regan,” he said quietly as his muscles relaxed under her strong, capable hands. “Let me do something for you, too.”
    “You already have, silly. You trusted me and let me into your house, protected me and told me your secrets. Even your deepest, darkest ones,” she said.
    “I don’t know about that,” he muttered.
    “I just… Let me do this for you,” she said.
    “All right,” he relented, resting back and closing his eyes. “If you say so.”

Chapter 10
    R egan loved the feel of Bronson’s muscles under her hands. He was huge but easily giving in as she worked him over. She loved that easygoing trust he gave her.
    She loved that after what he’d been through, he could still trust at all, especially women.
    But he had the ability to see not everyone was the same, whereas she had been stuck alone, unable to prove to herself everyone wasn’t.
    But wasn’t Bronson already showing her he was nothing like her father or any of the men that came after her?
    Probably none of them would have objected to being sexed by a gorgeous, pure-blooded female bear shifter.
    At least, she imagined the woman was beautiful. Even as rage at someone daring to touch her mate made her entire body heat with furious fire.
    As she’d watched him talk, seen the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, she’d felt more than ever before that this man was hers in some way.
    Some way she didn’t want to think about or really acknowledge on any level. But she couldn’t help it anymore. Not when hearing someone had tried to hurt him made her almost physically ill with rage.
    But was that because they were starting to be friends now that they’d shared more of themselves with one another? She could already feel her brain trying to distance itself from her heart, telling her she should think it over, not be caught up, not be tricked.
    But it also didn’t seem like Bronson was tricking her. After all, he didn’t honestly seem like he was able to.
    He didn’t seem like he’d even wanted to say what he said, but he had. Like he hadn’t been able to keep it from her.
    She was sometimes struck by the honesty she saw in his eyes. And she couldn’t deny she was starting to trust him. It was in the proof of how she’d clung to him after she’d seen her apartment was wrecked. The way she’d trusted him to fix it. She’d never trusted anyone but herself to do things for her.
    Damn, something was happening between them. Something she didn’t really want to be true. She ran her hands over his chest and played with the buttons of his collar, and a low rumble sounded from his chest.
    “I don’t know if you want to do that right now,” Bronson said. “I’m feeling a little off, and if we start something, I might get a little…”
    “A little what?”
    “Dominant,” he said in a low voice.
    Her heart thrummed, and she let out a pent-up breath at the thought of Bronson above her, pinning her down. During their last experience, she’d been in control, over his mouth, riding him. But the other side of that, him being on top and taking her, was hot as well.
    “Dominant could be good,” she said.
    He looked up at her, blue eyes burning, long jaw taut. “Really?”
    She nodded.
    “You’re sure?”
    She nodded again and leaned down to his ear. “As dominant as you can get, I want it.”
    He let out a growl and was out of his chair in a second, lifting her in his