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depends on how you define a problem.” He rolled over a bit and nudged down the covers. His heated gaze raked down her belly and settled at the apex of her thighs.
    Reflexively, she rubbed them together trying to slake some of the ache.
    “You’re aroused just from lying there?” he asked incredulously.
    “Well, no.” She swallowed. “I need a little more than that.”
    “You’re turned on by my pheromones, then.”
    “I can’t smell them.”
    He grunted and slipped his fingers over her breast. The tips rasped over one engorged nipple and he rolled his gaze to her as if in question.
    She lay very still and held his gaze. Take what you want.
    He gathered up the bud between his fingers. “Sit up,” he said.
    She did, somewhat gracelessly and wincing a bit at his continuing pinch.
    For a long moment, he sat very still, looking at her.
    She wanted to know what he was thinking, and decided she wouldn’t be too forward if she asked. “What are you thinking?”
    He grunted and held one breast in his large, rough hand. “The bear in me is thinking that I would be completely at your mercy if I were to come home to you every day and you presented yourself to me like this.”
    She lowered her head and watched him fluff her nipples and caress the undersides of her breasts.
    “The bear wouldn’t be wrong,” he said. “Every day, I’d walk through the door and I’d want to take your clothes off to see what’s mine.”
    Yes.
    “I’d want to touch everything. Prop you up just the way I like. Have you do things.”
    “What things?”
    He growled again and lowered his head to her chest. “Whatever I want. Your body would be mine to do with as I see fit. Do you understand?”
    “Y- yes .” She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, careful not to touch him, but hoping he’d do more soon. The surge of wetness pooling on her thighs should have been his clue that she liked what he was saying.
    “I like having control, Andrea.”
    “I’m sure you’re wired that way.”
    “I enjoy my partner’s complete surrender.”
    “I understand.”
    “Do you?” He gave her nipple another pinch and raised her chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze.
    She couldn’t nod, so she whispered, “Yes.”
    He narrowed his eyes and canted his head slightly. “And how would you come to know such a thing?”
    She didn’t have a good response for that. It was just truth, discernible in part by instinct, and the rest by experience. “I just know what makes me comfortable.”
    He released her chin and trailed his fingertips down her throat. “A man like me could hurt you.”
    “A Bear like you could hurt anyone. But you’re not going to hurt me.”
    “No?”
    She shook her head. “If you believe that me being your mate is the truth, you can’t hurt me. You won’t let yourself.”
    “And I won’t let anyone else, either.”
    She nodded. “That’s the way these pairings are supposed to work.”
    He leaned back against the sofa arm and raked his gaze over her body again. “The wise thing would be for me to leave you here.”
    “But—”
    The smallest tilt of his head silenced her.
    “I’d leave,” he said. “I’d stay away from you until the season has passed and I’m in better control of my faculties.”
    Unable to say anything, she kept flexing her fingers into loose fists and releasing them.
    “But I can’t leave. The very thought paralyzes me. My feet and legs wouldn’t cooperate and I’d never get to the door.”
    Good. If he left, he’d be leaving with her.
    And how long do you think that’ll last? the bear in her asked.
    She sighed inwardly and focused her gaze on the weave of the sofa’s fabric.
    “Come here.” He motioned her forward, and as there was no place to go besides between his spread legs, she knelt there.
    He dragged his knuckles down softly between her breasts and skimmed his fingertips along the elastic top of her panties. “Perhaps you should put your clothes back on.”
    He