Free Gray Back Broken Bear (Gray Back Bears Book 4) by T. S. Joyce Page B

huffed a mysterious laugh. “It’s really really not.”
    “You’re fragile, and I’ll hurt you.” Why the fuck was he arguing?
    One of Ana’s delicate eyebrows arched high. “You won’t impale me, Easton. Just make love to me gently.”
    “Gently,” he repeated. That word sounded impossible right now. “Gentle won’t work in here. If I take you on my work bench, I’ll fuck you like a rutting animal.” He pulled her off the table and whipped her around, then strode toward his trailer with her legs still wrapped around his waist. White sheets. Clean bed. His Ana deserved slow and comfortable and easy.
    Ana sucked on his neck hard as he carried her through the front door and into his bedroom. Shit she felt so good against him like this. Lowering her back onto the bed, he kissed her lips and rocked his hips against hers. She bowed against the mattress. So sensitive to him. It made this easier. No hesitation. No questions. Everything was natural with her.
    Easton lifted off her just enough to pull his shirt over his head. He ducked in to kiss her again, but she said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mister.” Her eyes went wide as she studied his torso. He looked down at himself, but nothing was amiss. He didn’t have scars like Matt or anything unsightly.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “You just…” Ana looked stunned as she gave a slow-motion blink and shook her head. “You just grew up right.”
    “You make no sense.”
    But as her palms drifted over his collar bones, down the curve of his pecs and over the ridges of his abs, he understood. She liked the way he looked. Her fingers shook as she unhooked the button of his jeans. Easton grabbed her hand to steady the tremble there. “Are you nervous?”
    “A little. You?”
    He should be, but he wasn’t. He’d never been surer of anything before. “No.”
    She swallowed audibly and unzipped his pants. Then with her fingers inside his briefs, she pushed the remainder of his clothes down his hips. His dick hit air but wasn’t lonely for long. Ana pulled a gentle stroke with her warm hand that conjured a satisfied feral noise from his throat. Arms locked on either side of her head, he rolled his hips with her next pull. Shit he was too sensitive to her. Another minute of this, and he’d cream her shirt. Shirt, shirt, shirt—why was she still wearing a shirt? Straddling her, he pulled her top over her head and marveled at the black lace contraption that was pushing her perky boobs up to her collar bones. Floored, he ripped into her jeans and pulled them down to expose the matching see-through panties.
    “Did you wear these for me?”
    Ana smiled shyly and nodded. Holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Black lace and blushing cheeks. He could see between her legs. Tiny peeks through the lace. She’d shaved there too. He needed inside of her. Now.
    With a growl, he pulled her panties down and flung them to the floor, then pulled off the tit holder she’d just unsnapped. Oooh, her nipples were perfect. Pink like her cheeks and all drawn up against the cold. He should warm them with his mouth. Leaning forward, he drew one in and sucked on it. When she responded with a helpless sound, he ran the flat of his tongue over it and cupped his hand over her sex. Her body moved against him like water. Every touch ushered a reaction. His dick was so hard right now. Too thick. Looking at Ana, this couldn’t work. She was tiny, fine boned like a bird. He would hurt her.
    But when he brushed her folds with his middle finger, she was soaking wet. Damn, he wanted to taste her there. Wanted to taste? Was that normal? Don’t scare her.
    Ana reached down and pressed his hand against her harder as she writhed against his touch. “In,” she pleaded.
    In? A little more pressure, and his finger slid into her by inches. Ana threw back her head as her eyes rolled closed. Oh fuck, that hole wasn’t only for dicks. His finger felt good to her, too. He eased inside of her up to his knuckle, but that