Free Lumberjack Werebear (Saw Bears Book 1) by T. S. Joyce

pulled her own sweater off and unhooked her bra. She wanted nothing more than to touch his skin with hers. She wanted to feel that burning warmth against her sensitive nipples. She wanted to burrow against him until she was part of him.
    She wanted to feel safe.
    Tagan’s eyes went wide as she shrugged out of her bra. When he slowly lifted his hands and cupped the fullness of her breasts, she rolled her eyes back at how good his touch felt. His hands were calloused from the hard labor he did to earn his living, and it contrasted against the smoothness of her skin.
    Tagan eased her forward, dipped his head, then drew her nipple into his mouth. She arched against him and cupped the back of his head. His tongue lapped at her, and she imagined what he would feel like with his head between her legs. Brooke’s panties were wet by the time he moved to the next to pay her other breast the same attention.
    He rolled his hips in rhythm to his sucking and she bowed against him. She’d only come with a man twice, but Tagan was about to pull an orgasm from her with his jeans on.
    “Oh,” she said softly as he nipped her breast gently. Her breath became ragged as tingling pressure built between her thighs. “Oh!” she said louder as the pressure threatened to spill over the edge.
    Tagan yanked the button of her jeans. The zipper sounded loud against the quiet night. His hand was warm as he slid it under her panties and cupped her sex. “I wanna feel,” he said in a gruff voice.
    Each time she moved her hips, whimpering noises wrenched from her throat. Tagan slid his finger into her and let out a long, shuddering sigh as she bucked against his hand.
    “Tagan, Tagan,” she moaned. “I’m going to…” All thought left her as he pressed harder onto her clit and detonated her. The orgasm rocketed through her body, making everything clench up. Her hands in his hair. Her knees around his ribs. Her insides against his finger. He pressed his thumb to her sensitive spot, rubbed it gently, prolonging her release, as if he knew exactly what her body needed.
    She kissed him while her aftershocks subsided. Kissed him until they were long gone. Kissed him until her body wanted again. “I’m on birth control,” she said.
    “Brooke,” Tagan said, shaking his head. “It’s not a good idea for me to bond to you any more than I already have.”
    What a strange way of putting it. Bond to her. Well, she felt bonded to him, so she understood the sentiment. “You also said it wasn’t a good idea to touch you, but I have no regrets,” she said through a grin as she combed her fingers through his short hair. “Besides,” she said, arching her eyebrow at the long, hard, roll of his shaft pressed against the fabric of his jeans. “That looks uncomfortable, and I know what can fix it.”
    He searched her face. Uncertainty clouded the clear blue of his eyes, so she stood.
    “I used to hate what I looked like without clothes,” she admitted. It was her deepest insecurity, and she was trusting him with it. She was giving him the power to hurt her now, to reject her, and hoping that he wouldn’t. “I’ve only slept with boys when it was completely dark.” Shame heated her cheeks as she kicked her shoes off and pushed her jeans to her ankles, then stepped out of them. “I guess right now it’s still dark, but I feel stronger with you. Better with you.” She pushed her panties down her legs and straightened her spine, completely vulnerable before him.
    Tagan raked his hungry eyes slowly over every inch of her body. He didn’t have to say a word, but the enamored way he gazed at her body was enough.
    “Shit, woman. You don’t play fair. We’re going to hurt each other on the way out of this.” He lifted his gaze to hers. His eyes were serious and hard. “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”
    It sounded like he was asking so much more than just to have sex with her, and her stomach churned with the rightness of what was happening