A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) Read Free Page B

would it feel like to have him wrapped around her? If you spooned with him, he’d be the whole silverware drawer. Mina never felt like a small woman—genetics and a wicked sweet tooth had seen to that—but next to Matt she felt positively petite. Not for the first time since he’d walked in the door, she wondered how it would feel to be under him, to kick her heels to the sky for him.
    The longer she was near him, the more intense the heat in her belly became. Just smelling him was making her ache with need. If she licked his skin, she might just melt. There was no time for thoughts like these. Keeping her phone had been a stupid mistake. She’d thought she needed it for maps and GPS to get to Oregon, but really it was probably a giant flashing dot telling Harker and his goons where she’d gone.
    It was a miracle they weren’t already there.
    “Get me to my car. Take me someplace safe. And put some hot food in my belly, and I’ll tell you everything.”
    Matt leaned back in the chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and showing off his massively muscled arms. Did he bench press trucks for fun? How did a county lawyer get built like that? “Hot food? Trying to sweeten the deal when I wasn’t looking?” He smiled at her again, as if she was on a first date and not being hunted by killers. It was soothing and sexy and maddeningly inappropriate.  
    “A girl’s got to eat,” Mina shrugged.
    “I should warn you, I’m a terrible cook. I can make three things.”
    “Microwave dinners, plain spaghetti, and toast?” Mina guessed.
    When Matt laughed his whole body shook and his face filled with light. Mina really wanted to see that again. “You are not far off,” he said. “I can make pancakes, omelettes, and a fantastic venison stew.”
    “What’s your favorite food?” Mina asked. Looking at his body, she would have guessed he existed solely on egg whites and push-ups.  
    Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh man, now that is a difficult question. I like strawberries. And pancakes. A buttery grilled cheese with pickles is pretty nice. A big San Francisco burrito full of guacamole and sour cream and rice and cheese is always good. But I’d have to say that my all time favorite food of foods, would have to be pie.”
    “What kind of pie?” Mina sensed some leverage. The man had a taste for sweet things and if there was one thing she knew how to do better than anyone, it was make sweet things.
    “Oh any kind of pie is great. Banana cream pie, strawberry pie, apple pie. Even a shepherd’s pie is great, especially with buttery mashed potatoes on top.”
    “You ever tried honeybear pie?”
    Matt’s eyes sparkled with desire. He literally licked his lips and shook his head.
    “You get me out of here and I will bake you the sweetest honeybear pie you’ve ever had.”
    Their eyes met and Mina could feel the electricity moving between them. She wanted him. Every atom of her body burned for him. It was bizarre. She’d never felt such overpowering attraction to anyone. She wanted him to rip her shirt off and lick honey off her breasts. She wanted him to bury his handsome mouth in her sex and devour her until her toes curled and she screamed to the heavens.
    She needed to get the hell away from him.
    “Give me two minutes,” Matt said, then left the room.

Chapter 3
    Bearly Keeping It Together

    Heading to the car, Mina fought the urge to sprint off into the woods. Just being outside in the fresh air made her feel a thousand times better. She could run. She could always run. She might not get anywhere and the woods might be full of bears and rattlesnakes and Harker’s men, but the illusion of freedom was a comfort.  
    She’d hoped that being out of the stuffy office-bedroom, being away from the amazing smell of Matt, would let her get her aching, yearning need for the man under control. Like maybe it was a chemical thing, and if she couldn’t smell him she wouldn’t feel the overpowering urge to drop her