Free Gray Back Bad Bear (Gray Back Bears Book 1) by T. S. Joyce Page A

“Be kind,” she pleaded.
    Matt turned and sat on the bed, holding her hips at an arm’s length away as he studied her. His gaze had gone hungry and sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine.
    “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    His voice rang with such honesty, her muscles relaxed and she slumped forward. “I was scared—”
    “Don’t,” he said, eyes trapping her with that silvery glow. “Don’t ever be afraid around me. You’re perfect, Willa.”
    Running her hands through the sides of his hair, she stepped closer to him, settling in between his legs. With him sitting down, she was almost eye level with him. “You gonna kiss me or what?”
    His response was instantaneous. Hand on her neck, thumb on her cheek, he leaned up, then sipped her lips with his. Her insides caught fire, and a helpless moan worked up her throat. Encased between his powerful legs, his hand so gentle on her face, Willa felt safe.
    She’d been right to wait for Matt.
    His jaw worked as he brushed his tongue against hers, and she smiled into the kiss. She would never get tired of this connection with him. Right on the verge of reading his thoughts, being able to finish his sentences, being on the exact same page with another living being—Matt had breathed new life into her.
    Desperate to be closer, to feel the warmth pulsing from his skin, she straddled his lap, his erection pressed between her slowly soaking folds. Matt shuddered, his shoulders shaking with the remnants, and he pulled her harder against him, rolling his hips as he did.
    His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck as he rocked against her again.
    He was hitting right where she was most sensitive. It would be so easy to come like this. Damn, she was already close, but she wanted more. “Matt?”
    A soft growl was the only answer.
    “I did some research,” she said breathily. “On Cora Wright’s Web site, it said you don’t get human sicknesses.”
    He nipped her collar bone and eased back to look at her, a slight frown marring his face. “No, I don’t get sick. What are you really asking?”
    “I’m on the pill.”
    He gripped her arms and searched her eyes, confusion swimming in the churning silver depths of his own. “I’ve always used a condom before.”
    “Good. I want to be the first you don’t use one with.”
    His chest was heaving now as he shook his head slowly back and forth. “Willa, are you sure?”
    She nodded and smiled. “I’m sure.”
    He spun her around and settled her back against the mattress, one hand strong on the leg she’d curled around his back. “Okay.”
    He reached between her legs and eased his finger inside of her, drawing another moan from her as his hand pressed softly against her clit. His finger made a wet sound as he pulled it out, and he smiled. “Who’s sensitive now?”
    Unable to answer, she bowed back against the comforter as he added a second finger and slid into her again, slower this time.
    His breath hitched. “So wet,” he murmured, pulling out of her.
    The head of his cock brushed her, turning her insides to lava. Oh, he felt so good right there, barely in her. Rocking his hips, he pushed inside of her an inch, then eased out. Willa ran her hands down his flexed triceps. He was trying to keep his weight off her, sweet bear.
    “Come here,” she whispered.
    Matt eased over her, up on his elbows now as he stroked her hair from her face. He kissed her slowly, tasting her, exploring her mouth as he pushed into her again, deeper this time. It burned and stretched.
    “Relax your legs,” he whispered against her lips.
    Concentrating, she relaxed her muscles and pulled her leg up against his side, creating a better angle.
    His abs flexed against her belly as he drove into her deeper, stretching her more. The small discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure. His back flexed under her fingertips as he bucked into her slowly time and time again, deeper and deeper until he brushed her