Page 9 of Hot For Her Bear

She snagged a basket her mother had given her and put all her seasonings, knives, oils, and other items in it. Lifting it, she decided she would need to make several trips. Satisfied with her plan, she headed back outside.

“So far, so good,” Saffron murmured. She had been so sure Dasha would have sent her away. She couldn’t believe Dasha had accepted that she had come just for her. She hadn’t lied about wanting to get some work done on her house, but she figured she would need a strong reason to be there.

With Dasha in the house, it gave her a little time to explore the yard. Dasha had a couple of easels set up.

Saffron had always known Dasha was a talented artist, but these paintings were amazing and so lifelike. The details were superb. Saffron stepped closer to the one that was finished and then glanced at the real deal behind Dasha’s home, and it was an exact replica.

The other painting she had barely started with a few bold strokes painted.

Maybe she would ask Dasha to capture her property and the lake. She would love to own a piece of Dasha’s work. The lake would look beautiful on canvas with the sun shining high. Saffron turned and walked over to the porch and decided to sit on the stairs.

She could hear Dasha slamming the cabinets in her kitchen. Saffron’s presence rattled the bear shifter. What she was really expecting, she wasn’t sure, but Dasha had piqued her curiosity. She wanted to get to know her. There was something about her amber eyes that drew her to the bear.

Dasha was hot.

There, she’d admitted it. There was no use for her lying to herself. She had always thought so, and if she got a chance with Dasha, she would take it. Saffron took a seat on the stairs, feeling that distinctive tug of arousal.

What would Dasha’s lips taste like?

Did she like kissing? Saffron hoped so. She loved it and wouldn’t mind offering her lips up to Dasha. Her breasts tingled as she imagined Dasha’s lips surrounding her nipples.

Saffron shook her head and rubbed her arms that were suddenly covered with goosebumps. She needed to get herself together before Dasha came back outside. She moved up higher on the stairs so she could rest her feet on the bottom step. Her hand brushed something, so she turned and saw a sketch book sitting on the landing.

“What’s this?” she murmured. Saffron was nosy by nature and wanted to see what Dasha was working on. Her eyes widened when she opened the book to the first page.

It was a drawing of her.

Her mouth dropped open, but no sounds came out. She flipped to the next page and found another drawing of herself. As she continued on, the drawings became more risqué. The final ones were of her naked and in sexy poses.

If she’d ever questioned whether or not Dasha had ever thought of her, she had her answer.

From the looks of the pictures, Dasha had really been thinking of her. She paused and glanced over her shoulder at the door. Dasha was still fiddling around in the kitchen.

Well, if Dasha had drawn these pictures from her head, then Saffron wanted to give her real-life inspiration. She set the book down and stood from the stairs. She disrobed until she was completely naked. She sat on the plush grass and waited for Dasha to come outside.

She bit her lip, waiting for the bear shifter.

It didn’t take long for Dasha to come out the door. The bear had a pile of items in her hands. She froze, her gaze landing on Saffron.

Her gaze caressed Saffron’s body, leaving her feeling a hot rush of desire flooding her.

“Saffron…” Dasha’s voice ended on a hitch. Her gaze came back up and met Saffron’s. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I was sitting here admiring your work.” She jerked her chin to the book on the steps.

Dasha’s eyes followed and paused on the sketches. It must have fallen open when Saffron had tossed it down. The slight breeze turned the pages, leaving it open to the drawings of a very naked Saffron.

“I figured since you were using me as a subject, I would give you the real thing. Not that those aren’t good, but there’s nothing like seeing the real thing up close and personal.”

Dasha still remained frozen in place. Her amber eyes were wide, her nose flared. She inhaled, and Saffron knew the shifter would be able to scent her arousal. Just the thought of Dasha thinking of her and sketching her from memory had her turned on. What had gone on in her head when she had drawn her naked?

“You went through my book.” Dasha’s voice was husky. She moved over to the counter and set her items down before walking to the top of the stairs. She appeared recovered from her initial shock. She bent down and picked up her book. “I can explain.”

“There wouldn’t be any need. A picture, they say, is worth a thousand words.” Saffron’s lips curled up in the corner. She shook a playful finger at Dasha. “All this time I thought you hated me.”

“I’ve never said I hated you,” Dasha replied. She walked down the stairs and sat on the bottom one near Saffron’s feet.

“Could have fooled me,” Saffron muttered. She grinned and leaned back on her elbows. She dropped her legs open, revealing her most private parts for Dasha. “Like I said, if you want the real thing, I’m right here.”

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