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over to sit across from her at the tiny table that he barely fit at.
"Stop saying sex," she said.
"I should hide that I'm thinking about it?"
She lifted her head and peeked up at him. "Why are you thinking about it?" She shook her head. "No, forget it. Do not answer that. I'd rather not know."
He ignored her and answered anyway. "Well, besides the moaning noises you make when you eat good food, you're gorgeous, babe. I've been thinking about getting my hands on you since the other morning at the bakery."
Heat crept up her neck and into her face. Yep, he was not only toying with her, he was also trying to kill her.
"Well, I'm only thinking about these pancakes." She stuffed another piece into her mouth. "Which are fantastic by the way."
"You're lying," he said.
"No really, they're amazing."
He rolled his eyes. "You know I wasn't referring to the pancakes, babe."
She did, but she didn't want to deal with anything else right now. So she chose to ignore him and finish her breakfast. A few bites more and she was feeling full. He, on the other hand, was attacking his ginormous stack with gusto.
"You weren't kidding that you're hungry in the morning."
"In more ways than one." He stared at her with such blatant heat, she nearly got lost in their blue intensity.
"Are you like this every morning? So uhh—blatant."
"You mean horny?" He chuckled.
She dropped back in her chair and sighed. He was obviously not going to let this go. And if he was going to be around any length of time—
"Oh my God. I can't believe you distracted me so thoroughly I almost forgot how livid I was when I first came out here."
He looked up from his breakfast. "About?"
"Please explain to me why my closet is suddenly being overtaken by an explosion of man flannel."
"Man flannel? You mean my shirts?"
She slapped her palms down on the table. "Duh. Of course I meant your frigging shirts. Who else's man flannel would I be referring to?"
He shrugged. "I told you yesterday I was going to move in. Figured you'd appreciate me putting my crap in your closet instead of leaving it on the floor."
His crazy logic was about to make her head explode. "You most certainly did not tell me you were moving in. I think I would remember something like that."
He put his fork down, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his rock hard stomach. Obviously he'd satiated at least part of his morning hunger. Her eyes momentarily traveled south before she jerked away just in time.
I will not look at his penis . Nope. Definitely not.
His laugh made her scowl deepen. From the look on his face, it was as if he'd read her mind. That was not a trick she expected from a shifter.
"Are you reading my mind? Is that a thing?" If so, she was so screwed. She couldn't keep her mind out of the gutter for five minutes around him. Or apparently keep a topic going.
"Don't need to, Jessa. You have an expressive face and body. It's pretty easy to tell what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."
She rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might dislocate from their sockets. "Read this, bear boy. I did not give you permission to move into my house. Nor did I say you could invade my personal space while I was sleeping. You and Bhric talked over me yesterday, but I still heard every word. Protection doesn't equate to moving in."
He was out of his seat and pulling her from hers before she got the last word out. With his arms around her waist he walked her backward until her back hit the wall.
"Bear boy? Does this feel like a boy to you?" He pushed his hips against her and his hardness pressed into her belly. Her hormones immediately went wild and she groaned into his chest.
"That's so not fair. I think we've established we're both attracted to each other. But that doesn't take anything away from what I said." She pushed against his chest to no effect. "A woman likes to be asked whether a man can share her space. Specifically, he shouldn't be taking over her closet while she sleeps.
"Stop saying sex," she said.
"I should hide that I'm thinking about it?"
She lifted her head and peeked up at him. "Why are you thinking about it?" She shook her head. "No, forget it. Do not answer that. I'd rather not know."
He ignored her and answered anyway. "Well, besides the moaning noises you make when you eat good food, you're gorgeous, babe. I've been thinking about getting my hands on you since the other morning at the bakery."
Heat crept up her neck and into her face. Yep, he was not only toying with her, he was also trying to kill her.
"Well, I'm only thinking about these pancakes." She stuffed another piece into her mouth. "Which are fantastic by the way."
"You're lying," he said.
"No really, they're amazing."
He rolled his eyes. "You know I wasn't referring to the pancakes, babe."
She did, but she didn't want to deal with anything else right now. So she chose to ignore him and finish her breakfast. A few bites more and she was feeling full. He, on the other hand, was attacking his ginormous stack with gusto.
"You weren't kidding that you're hungry in the morning."
"In more ways than one." He stared at her with such blatant heat, she nearly got lost in their blue intensity.
"Are you like this every morning? So uhh—blatant."
"You mean horny?" He chuckled.
She dropped back in her chair and sighed. He was obviously not going to let this go. And if he was going to be around any length of time—
"Oh my God. I can't believe you distracted me so thoroughly I almost forgot how livid I was when I first came out here."
He looked up from his breakfast. "About?"
"Please explain to me why my closet is suddenly being overtaken by an explosion of man flannel."
"Man flannel? You mean my shirts?"
She slapped her palms down on the table. "Duh. Of course I meant your frigging shirts. Who else's man flannel would I be referring to?"
He shrugged. "I told you yesterday I was going to move in. Figured you'd appreciate me putting my crap in your closet instead of leaving it on the floor."
His crazy logic was about to make her head explode. "You most certainly did not tell me you were moving in. I think I would remember something like that."
He put his fork down, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his rock hard stomach. Obviously he'd satiated at least part of his morning hunger. Her eyes momentarily traveled south before she jerked away just in time.
I will not look at his penis . Nope. Definitely not.
His laugh made her scowl deepen. From the look on his face, it was as if he'd read her mind. That was not a trick she expected from a shifter.
"Are you reading my mind? Is that a thing?" If so, she was so screwed. She couldn't keep her mind out of the gutter for five minutes around him. Or apparently keep a topic going.
"Don't need to, Jessa. You have an expressive face and body. It's pretty easy to tell what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."
She rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might dislocate from their sockets. "Read this, bear boy. I did not give you permission to move into my house. Nor did I say you could invade my personal space while I was sleeping. You and Bhric talked over me yesterday, but I still heard every word. Protection doesn't equate to moving in."
He was out of his seat and pulling her from hers before she got the last word out. With his arms around her waist he walked her backward until her back hit the wall.
"Bear boy? Does this feel like a boy to you?" He pushed his hips against her and his hardness pressed into her belly. Her hormones immediately went wild and she groaned into his chest.
"That's so not fair. I think we've established we're both attracted to each other. But that doesn't take anything away from what I said." She pushed against his chest to no effect. "A woman likes to be asked whether a man can share her space. Specifically, he shouldn't be taking over her closet while she sleeps.
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