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to tell her she has to wait. You'll get as much fish as you can eat, but you can't hurt yourself or come out here in just a sheet. What if there were guests, sweetheart?"
    She barely registered the endearment, although it surprised the hell out of Ethan based on his expression. Zoe frowned and tried to fight through the fog of hunger to decipher what Simon said. The warm pressure of his hand around her wrists only distracted her. "All I had was a blanket. There weren't any clothes. What was I supposed to wear?"
    After a moment, Simon chuckled. "You're right. I'm sorry. Tell you what — I'll take you upstairs so you can change, and Ethan will finish making breakfast. Then we can eat together."
    "Can't I have a bite now?" She tore her gaze off the delicious, crispy fish and twisted around to look up at him. "Please? I'm so hungry."
    The beard made him look stern, but he ducked to kiss her forehead. "Just a bite." He glanced at Ethan, who passed him part of a filet wrapped in a corn tortilla. Simon held it for a moment, watching her with a strange expression, then offered the food. "Here."
    Zoe inhaled it, almost dropping the blanket, and licked her lips as she glanced back at the skillet. She wanted another one. The first bite only whetted her appetite to a roaring furnace, but before she could plead for another, Simon picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
    A growl bubbled up in her chest and Zoe blinked. "Is that me? What the hell is that?"
    "Your bear." Simon squeezed her close against his chest before he put her down outside the door to her room. "She'll be wild to start with. You'll probably find it difficult to control her and her reactions to things, particularly basic things like food and fear and anger. Everything will be bigger until you get used to her — you'll be hungrier, and you'll get madder, and you'll want more of things, compared to you before."
    He sounded wary. Zoe limped over to the suitcase, open on the floor, and dug around for clothes. She kind of wanted a shower but that would have to wait until after breakfast. She would knock Simon down the stairs if he tried to keep her from eating again. The blanket toga slipped as she straightened with a new pair of jeans and t-shirt in hand, and Simon made a hungry noise behind her.
    Zoe glanced back, holding the blanket enough to cover her front even though it dipped low enough on her back he could probably see the top of her butt. "What?"
    His gaze remained on her lower back, and naked lust sharpened his features. Zoe flushed, heat crawling up her chest and throat to her face, but a spark ignited in her core as well. He wanted her. She knew it, could see it in his face and parted lips and the way his fingers dug into the door jamb, as if he had to hold himself back from grabbing her. She loved it. Not so long ago, she thought a man like that would never chase her — even if she weren't so scared of confident men and stopped fleeing the moment one expressed interest. The wild part of her fluttered and growled, excited at the thought. Maybe he would chase her.
    His eyes flashed gold as he lifted his chin and scented the air, and an impressive bulge grew in his jeans. Zoe held her breath, not daring to take her eyes off him, and let the blanket fall the rest of the way to the floor. She wanted to feel his gaze as he saw her, as the desire flushed through him and his hands flexed and the doorjamb came apart with the force of his lust. For the first time, she didn't care if someone saw her body, the ample hips and generous ass. She turned slowly to face him, almost wild with the desire to see him naked again when she was confident enough to touch him, and swallowed whatever remained of her nerves.
    Simon groaned, then moved into the room and quickly shut the door behind him, but he didn't grab her. Didn't kiss her or touch her with those giant hands. She ached to feel his hands on her, to feel those long fingers moving over her sides. He looked wild, almost