Free Bear the Heat (Fire Bears Book 3) by T. S. Joyce Page B

almost died tonight. No time was promised to anyone, and she wanted Boone to settle the fear that had constricted her chest since the wreck.
    Damn, Boone was big. Even like this, she could tell his erection was long and thick. Intimidatingly so, but she still wanted him worse than anything right now.
    “Touch me,” she demanded, gripping his hair in the back.
    He didn’t even wince as she brushed his ribs. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes were almost black. Without hesitation, he pulled her panties to the side and brushed a sensitive spot that made her gasp and arch her back.
    “You said you never came with a man before,” Boone said in a soft voice.
    “I haven’t.”
    “Truth,” he said. “I can hear it.”
    “You gonna make me come, Boone? You gonna make me fuck your hand like you said earlier?”
    “Mmm,” he rumbled, plucking her lips with his, tasting her. “I like your filthy mouth.”
    “Good. Make me come, and I’ll suck your dick. I’ll make you feel better.”
    “Trouble,” he accused through a wicked grin.
    “Better believe it.”
    He slid his long finger inside of her, thumbing her clit when he was buried up to his knuckle.
    “Oh, my gosh,” she panted out, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could ride him better. How the man knew exactly where to touch her was beyond her comprehension. She barely knew her body that well.
    With desperate fingers, she reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. “Want to touch you,” she murmured as she lifted off him and pulled his briefs down, unsheathing his dick. His beautiful, swollen to redness, tipped-with-creamy-moisture dick.
    She exhaled a shuddering sigh as she settled on top of it. She rocked, forcing Boone’s hand to rub himself. His thighs tensed under her and that soft, feral noise rattled his throat again.
    “Changed my mind,” she whispered, grazing her teeth against his neck. “I don’t want to fuck your hand.”
    She’d lost her mind completely. Usually, she was the controlled one, the one who kept a clear head in every situation, but right now, all she could think about was touching Boone’s thick shaft with her wet sex. She pushed his hand until his finger came out of her, then grinned like a goddess when he drew it in his mouth and sucked her taste off it.
    “It’s your show now, Trouble.”
    She just wanted to fool around a bit, tease them both a little. Settling onto him, she rolled her eyes back as her body pulsed at just touching his smooth skin there. Back and forth she moved, sliding over his shaft until he was slick with her wetness. He was a good bear at first, still for her. By the fourth stroke, however, he reached forward under the hem of her pushed-up dress. A tiny rip sounded, and then another, and her panties were in a little shredded pile on the floor.
    “Clever bear,” she said against his mouth.
    She drew his bottom lip against her teeth. When she did, he bucked against her, as if he couldn’t help himself. “You like me bitey? Of course, you do. You liked when I slapped your arm earlier in the bar, didn’t you?” She leaned forward and gently nibbled his ear.
    His hands gripped her waist and he jerked against her again, thighs tense as his breath came in shaky pants.
    “Again,” he said.
    She pressed her teeth against his neck, and he groaned and rocked his hips harder.
    Pressure was filling her, expanding in her until she was ready to explode with it. The slick, rhythmic sound of them rubbing against each other’s sexes filled the room in the most erotic noise she’d ever heard.
    “Boone,” she said on a breath. “I’m going to come.”
    “Fffuck,” he growled out, gripping her waist and slamming her against him.
    Desperation filled her to be closer to him—to be part of him. She’d never wanted to be connected to a man so badly. “I’m on the pill,” she huffed out.
    Boone was straining now and his dick was so swollen between her lips. His hips jerked like he’d lost