Free Sawman Werebear (Saw Bears #4) by T. S. Joyce Page A

mind the way I look?”
    Her heart sank at the rawness in his voice. “Of course I don’t,” she said, resting her palm over his heartbeat. “You’re perfect to me. I wouldn’t change a single thing about the way you look.” She smiled mischievously. “Especially now that you shaved that scraggly beard.”
    His grin nearly stole her breath away, and before she could react, he picked her up, to her giggling delight, and tossed her onto the mattress, where she bounced and settled in the middle. He stalked her from the edge of the bed, his shoulder muscles flexing as he crawled toward her.
    “Where do you want me to touch you?” His eyes reflected oddly in the low lighting, but his playful smile was all human.
    “Here,” she said, touching the faint dimple that devoted her left cheek.
    He inhaled deeply, then leaned down and pecked a kiss where she had pointed.
    “And here,” she said, smile fading away as she pointed to the sensitive skin on the underside of her wrist.
    He grazed his teeth against the pulse there, and her heart pounded harder.
    “Here,” she murmured, pointing to her collar bone.
    Brighton settled himself on top of her, his hips cradled against hers. He pushed her knees wider with his own, then trailed kisses along her collarbone. Working his way down, the man didn’t seem to need any more direction from her, and she was too breathless to give them now anyway. Brighton sure had a clever mouth and knew how to use it. He pulled one of her drawn up nipples into his mouth and kneaded the other with his hand. Over and over, his tongue lapped at her until she instinctively drew her knees even wider, inviting his cock to rest against the apex between her legs.
    He bumped an extremely sensitive spot, and she rolled her hips against him to savor that feeling.
    “Here,” she pleaded as she pointed just under her naval.
    She could feel him smile against her skin as he moved his nibbling kisses downward. He didn’t stop at her lower stomach, though. Instead, he made his way to the top of her wet seam, then spread her gently with his fingers and sucked on the spot that had her knees drawing up and her toes curling. The man was a damned magician. With a few more cleverly timed flicks of his tongue, when he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked gently again, she nearly came. And when he plunged his tongue into her for the first time, she was already done. Orgasm rocked through her body, throbbing between her legs with deep, languid pulses. But Brighton didn’t stop there. Nope, he lapped at her until every aftershock had drained away.
    She looked down in wonder and realized she was gripping his hair. “Sorry.”
    He bit the inside of her thigh playfully, then whispered, “I’d tell you if I minded. I didn’t, though. I like it when you show me what you like.”
    “That. I liked everything you just did.”
    Brighton beamed at her from between her legs, like he’d just gotten straight As on his report card. “Good. Do you want to stop now?”
    Everly pursed her lips and considered it. Already, this was the most gratifying intimate experience of her entire twenty-five years. Granted, she didn’t have that much to compare it to, but it sure didn’t feel this good when she touched herself. There was something special about sharing this experience with Brighton. Already, her heart had tethered to him, but with every sweet, sexy touch of his fingers and lips, she felt like she was opening up. Blossoming like a spring flower. And inside, the sickness was easing. Maybe his adoration was just a beautiful distraction, but deep in her middle, she felt warmth instead of the jagged chill that had been constantly slashing her apart.
    Brighton wasn’t Connor. He wasn’t. He could erase what that horrible man had done.
    “I want more.”
    Brighton drew her hands from his hair and kissed her knuckles, eyes cast downward. Finally, he looked up at her and asked, “You aren’t doing this just to please me,