Bearing It All (Grizzly Affairs Book 1) by Magenta Phoenix Page B
Authors: Magenta Phoenix
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intentions, he gripped the bottom of the quilt at the end of the bed and threw it behind him. Effectively ripping away her only warmth, Aria startled awake as she jerked into a sitting position.
With wide eyes filled the remaining drowsiness, she gasped at him. “What are you doing?”
Smiling down at her, his eyes slid down her body as he took in her unique choice of nightwear. She wore one of his long sleeve t-shirts, the bottom of the shirt barely fell over her mouthwatering buttocks. Her legs tucked under her causing the red color of the shirt to glow against her pale skin. Shoving her hair behind her dainty ears, she glared at him as he continued to stare at her.
“If you woke me up to stare at me, you can do so while I go back to sleep.” She grumbled. Making sure the shirt covered her shapely rump she curled up in a ball facing away from him.
Walking to the dresser he selected a few items of clothes for her before then selecting them for himself. Just needing a shirt along with his jeans that he was already wearing, he pulled a sweater over his head with quick jerking movements. Advancing toward the bed, he tossed a turtle neck shirt and a pair of draw-string pants on top of Aria.
“Rise and shine, my kitten. Get dressed. We have a lot to do this morning; we’ll grab brunch in town.”
Grabbing the clothes he’d tossed over her, Aria threw them in the floor before snuggling back into her deliciously warm pillow. It was too early to be this cheerful. If he expected her to be reasonable he could come back at a more reasonable time, such as noon. Praying he had forgotten about her, Aria allowed her body to relax into the mattress.
The feel of a warm hand sliding up the outside of her thigh and toward her hip had her jerking in surprise. Twisting onto her back in response she found herself looking up at Doyle as he moved over her. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he settled his clothed hips down onto her scarcely covered ones.
“If you require assistance getting out of this shirt, I am willing to help you.” His deep voice purred.
The feel of his hard body pressing into hers sent waves of heated awareness through her loins. Her womanhood tightened with searing desire at the feel of his rigid length concealed by just the fabric of his jeans. Biting her lip, she found herself unsure of what she was supposed to do. She never remembered wanting someone like this before. This sudden hunger confused her as she suddenly had the urge to wrap around him like a snake and rub against his powerful frame.
“You didn't answer me.” His voice broke through like a bucket of ice water to her lust clouded brain.
The feel of his warm skin against her was confusing her and robbing her of the ability of speech. Pushing at his hard chest, she forced space between them as she shoved him off her. Sitting up, she watched as he climbed off the bed. His eyes never leaving hers as a heated wave of blush stole up her neck and into her face.
“I’m giving you two minutes to get dressed and be out of this room.” He threw over his shoulder as he headed towards the door.
Climbing off the bed as well, she walked around to the door. Crossing her arms over her chest she found herself unable to fight against rebelling just a little bit. “And if I don’t?” she retorted at his back.
Stopping just outside the door, Doyle rested his hands on the door frame as he leaned into the room. A challenging brow rose as his lips smirked with anticipation. “Then there will no need for you to wear any clothes because I will…”
Not waiting to hear the rest of what he was planning on saying, she slammed the door in his face, effectively cutting off his words. Her hands reached up to cover her burning face as her back leaned against the door. That man was deadly and like a moth to a flame she was tempted to risk the burn.
* ~ * ~ *
No matter how much she’d argued once she had emerged out of the bedroom, Doyle
With wide eyes filled the remaining drowsiness, she gasped at him. “What are you doing?”
Smiling down at her, his eyes slid down her body as he took in her unique choice of nightwear. She wore one of his long sleeve t-shirts, the bottom of the shirt barely fell over her mouthwatering buttocks. Her legs tucked under her causing the red color of the shirt to glow against her pale skin. Shoving her hair behind her dainty ears, she glared at him as he continued to stare at her.
“If you woke me up to stare at me, you can do so while I go back to sleep.” She grumbled. Making sure the shirt covered her shapely rump she curled up in a ball facing away from him.
Walking to the dresser he selected a few items of clothes for her before then selecting them for himself. Just needing a shirt along with his jeans that he was already wearing, he pulled a sweater over his head with quick jerking movements. Advancing toward the bed, he tossed a turtle neck shirt and a pair of draw-string pants on top of Aria.
“Rise and shine, my kitten. Get dressed. We have a lot to do this morning; we’ll grab brunch in town.”
Grabbing the clothes he’d tossed over her, Aria threw them in the floor before snuggling back into her deliciously warm pillow. It was too early to be this cheerful. If he expected her to be reasonable he could come back at a more reasonable time, such as noon. Praying he had forgotten about her, Aria allowed her body to relax into the mattress.
The feel of a warm hand sliding up the outside of her thigh and toward her hip had her jerking in surprise. Twisting onto her back in response she found herself looking up at Doyle as he moved over her. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he settled his clothed hips down onto her scarcely covered ones.
“If you require assistance getting out of this shirt, I am willing to help you.” His deep voice purred.
The feel of his hard body pressing into hers sent waves of heated awareness through her loins. Her womanhood tightened with searing desire at the feel of his rigid length concealed by just the fabric of his jeans. Biting her lip, she found herself unsure of what she was supposed to do. She never remembered wanting someone like this before. This sudden hunger confused her as she suddenly had the urge to wrap around him like a snake and rub against his powerful frame.
“You didn't answer me.” His voice broke through like a bucket of ice water to her lust clouded brain.
The feel of his warm skin against her was confusing her and robbing her of the ability of speech. Pushing at his hard chest, she forced space between them as she shoved him off her. Sitting up, she watched as he climbed off the bed. His eyes never leaving hers as a heated wave of blush stole up her neck and into her face.
“I’m giving you two minutes to get dressed and be out of this room.” He threw over his shoulder as he headed towards the door.
Climbing off the bed as well, she walked around to the door. Crossing her arms over her chest she found herself unable to fight against rebelling just a little bit. “And if I don’t?” she retorted at his back.
Stopping just outside the door, Doyle rested his hands on the door frame as he leaned into the room. A challenging brow rose as his lips smirked with anticipation. “Then there will no need for you to wear any clothes because I will…”
Not waiting to hear the rest of what he was planning on saying, she slammed the door in his face, effectively cutting off his words. Her hands reached up to cover her burning face as her back leaned against the door. That man was deadly and like a moth to a flame she was tempted to risk the burn.
* ~ * ~ *
No matter how much she’d argued once she had emerged out of the bedroom, Doyle
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