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

between them. She wasn’t just some one night stand to him.
    “I want you.” She ducked her head and scrunched her nose, embarrassed at being so exposed in front of another person.
    Tagan stood and shucked his pants. “Come here,” he murmured. “Let me hold you.”
    With a conscious effort, Brooke kept her mouth from hanging open at the sight of his gloriously naked body. Adonis didn’t even cut it. The man was a demigod. Muscles bulging, shaft long and thick, and that alluring tattoo dark against his pale skin. His erection stood rigid in between them, and as she stepped closer, she ran her finger down the silken skin there. His hips jerked at her touch, and a helpless-sounding noise came from him as she grabbed him at the base and pulled upward.
    She felt like a goddess with him. He was strong and capable. His entire crew looked to him for leadership, and he always answered with levelheaded answers, as if nothing ever got to him. And with her, he’d been tender and caring. He hadn’t run away when he found out what had scared her into the person she was now. He’d done the opposite of what she expected and soothed the fire in her blood.
    Tagan was unlike any man she’d ever known.
    He turned them slowly as she stroked him, until her back was pressed on the smooth bark of a towering ash tree. He scooped up his jacket and pulled it around her shoulders. “Don’t want that pretty back of yours torn up,” he rumbled in a soft stroke against her ear. Pressing against her, he pulled her hand over his shoulder and around his neck, then did the same with the other. His intense gaze was different now. His eyes looked a strange color in the shadow of the tree. A trick of the night, surely.
    His eyes dipped to her breasts, then back up again. “Whatever hang-ups you have with your body, you don’t need them with me. You’re perfect. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”
    “So you aren’t just dressing me in your jacket to hide me away?”
    He laughed and shook his head slowly. “No.” He touched her sex, sliding his fingers back and forth through the moisture he’d conjured there. “I’m saving the skin on your back. But I must admit, I like the sight of you in my clothes, so anytime you want to borrow my jacket, just ask. I’ll think about this, what you’re letting me do to you, anytime you wear it. Fuck, you smell good.”
    “I smell?”
    “Yeah, good . I can tell how aroused you are by your scent. I like that I do that do you.”
    The rumbling sound was almost constant in his throat now, barely audible, but there. He nipped her lip, then ducked and grazed his teeth over her neck. A delicious shiver shook her shoulders.
    A smile in his voice, Tagan said, “I like when I do that to you, too.” He pressed his finger inside of her, then touched her clit until she sighed a little whimper. “And that, too. You’re a noisy little thing. I like you telling me what you like. What you want.”
    “I want you,” she said on a breath, tired of the games.
    She was ready to be filled.
    Ready to feel him.
    Ready to be even closer to the man she was falling hard for.
    “Say it again,” he said, smile dipping from his face as he watched her lips.
    “I want you.”
    His breath became uneven. Behind her knee, he lifted her leg until her hips were angled where he wanted them. “I want you, too,” he whispered, teasing her opening with the head of his cock. One shallow dip, and he pulled back.
    God, she was so ready for him. Stretching up, she kissed him, brushing her tongue against his in a tease of her own. The growling sound in his throat grew louder as she pressed her hips forward. His shaft sank halfway inside of her, and she moaned at how good the stretch felt.
    He kissed her long and deep, massaging the back of her neck as he rocked his shaft in and out of her.
    Desperate for all of him, she begged, “Please, Tagan, more.”
    His arms were shaking, his breath ragged, his kiss more demanding, and