Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at armâs length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. Sheâs a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskeyâs midnight fantasies. Sheâs also one of his closest friends.
Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.
The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But thereâs no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.
Excerpt âReally, Bear. I can drop you at your place before I go to the fabric shop.â Crystal started the car, feeling more in control than she had inside the shop. She hated the way sheâd frozen up when things had gotten hot between them. She wanted him. After putting herself through three years of therapy, dealing with not only the trauma of the attack, but the bullshit with her mother and the loss of her father, she was sure she could handle anything. Sheâd dated other guys since sheâd left college without issue. Why did it have to be different with the only guy she wanted to be close to? It pissed her off that her past still owned a piece of her, and she needed to get over it before Bear got fed up and walked away for good.
âI have to go to the store anyway.â He flashed one of his smiles. âWe might as well go together.â
âYou need to go to the fabric store?â she said flatly, knowing he was bullshitting her. She realized her car smelled different, cleaner. The seats were shiny, the dashboard dust free. âDid you clean my car?â
âDetailed it,â he said casually, as if he did this type of thing every day. For all she knew, he did. âChanged your oil, topped off your fluids. You really need to do those things every three thousand miles.â He touched the doll hanging from her rearview mirror. âI dusted off this, too, even though Iâm a little worried that itâs a voodoo doll.â
She wasnât about to tell him it was a worry doll that she loved more than life itself. âBear.â She couldnât suppress her smile about the voodoo doll as she drove toward the store. âYou really need to stop acting like you have to take care of me. I appreciate you handling the inspection, which Iâm paying you for, by the way. But you donât have to do all these things for me. I already like who you are.â Even if I have a hard time showing it.
âI know you do,â he said, as cocky as ever.
Why is that such a turn-on?
âI didnât do it to get your attention. Shit, six three, two thirty.â He flexed his biceps and winked. âYouâre sitting next to Peaceful Harbor gold, baby. Iâve got your attention.â
She couldnât suppress a laugh. âThat you do, and probably half the women in this town.â
He kept her laughing the whole way to the fabric store, and it was just what she needed. It really had been a long day. Theyâd hosted three parties, and one of the mothers was just about the most obnoxious woman on earth. Sheâd pushed her daughter toward pink frilly outfits for the first half hour, when all the little cutie had wanted was to dress up as a skateboard princess. Gemma realized Crystal was going to strangle the wench, and sheâd calmly suggested the woman head down to Jazzy Joeâs for coffee. The rest of her day hadnât been much better. Plus, sheâd spent the morning overthinking everything about her relationship with Bear, which was probably why sheâd freaked out when sheâd really been dying to kiss him.
She parked in front of the fabric store. There were some things that just didnât fit in the world as Crystal knew it, and Bear Whiskey clad in a tight black T-shirt that said Whiskey Broâs across his massive chest, a pair of snug, low-slung black jeans, and leather boots strutting into Jennilynâs Fabric was on the top of the list.
She pulled her list from her bag as his eyes coasted over the store. What was he thinking, coming with her? That was dedication she could not ignore. The epitome of commitment.
That is Bear.
She toyed with that as he draped his arm over her shoulder. She wondered what had taken him so long. Sheâd expected him to do it the second sheâd stepped from the car, but he was probably in shock that they were actually going to a fabric store. She smiled to herself as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along her cheek.
âCan I help you?â she asked with a laugh.
âYou smell like jelly beans, and I happen to have a thing for sugary goodness.â
âYou canât seriously have that good a sense of smell.â
He pressed an unexpected, and deliciously warm, kiss to her cheek and reached into her purse, withdrawing a bag of jelly beans. âHoarding? Or were we going to hide these later in your body and let me find them?â He moved his mouth beside her ear and whispered, âBlindfolded. With my hands tied behind my back.â
He nudged her deeper into the store. Holy crap. Sheâd stopped walking. Was she breathing? And was that a thing? Blindfolded? Hands tied behind his back? Oh, the control that would give her. Sheâd be at no risk of being overpowered. But would she want that much control? She imagined herself lying naked on her bed, watching as his greedy mouth moved over her breasts, down her belly, and she felt herself go damp.
No, no, no.
Ice cream. Ice baths. Cow poop!
Her body continued vibrating from the inside out. This was bad. Really, really bad. Like a virus she couldnât shake. She needed an anti-Bear pill. Stat!