Free His Bear Hands (Bear Creek Grizzlies Book 1) by Layla Nash, Callista Ball

out of control, and his voice dropped. "Baby, I want you so bad it hurts, but this probably isn't a good idea."
    "It's a great idea," she said, and the tenor of her voice surprised her. Deeper and husky, like a cabaret singer. She eased a step closer. Her breasts tightened with want and the cool air, her nipples peaked, and she touched her stomach. "Simon says it's a great idea. Simon says you should come over here and kiss me."
    Simon grabbed double fistfuls of his hair, unable to look away from her breasts. "This is your bear. Your bear and my bear are — friends."
    "I don't think she wants to be friends," Zoe said, soft and slow, and got close enough to drift her fingertips across his abs. She gazed up at him, a hint of uncertainty working its way through the fog of lust and a new kind of hunger. She couldn't live without his touch, without his hands on her. Zoe slowly undid his belt buckle.
    Simon sucked in a breath and caught her hands, though his hips jerked forward. He growled, trying to hold her away. "We should wait, Zoe. There are a lot of things we need to talk about. Things are different now. I don't want to hurt you, but you smell so damn good I'm about to lose my mind. My bear might not be able to hold back."
    The thought that she had that effect on someone as competent and capable and impervious as Simon made her smile. She swayed forward, pressed full-length against him, and went up on her toes to kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I'm cold now, though. I need you to warm me up."
    Another groan, a savage noise torn from his throat, then Simon seized her waist, lifted her until her legs locked around him, and carried her to the unmade bed. He growled and grumbled as he dropped her on the mattress, one hand pinning her shoulder to the bed, and his expression grew grim. "You tell me if it hurts, damn it. I don't want to hurt you."
    Zoe tugged at the front of his jeans, the wild part of her practically singing in anticipation, and tried to drag him on top of her. "So don't hurt me."
    Simon scooted her closer to the headboard and ran his palms down her sides. He sat back and surveyed her, taking in every inch of her, and Zoe squirmed a little under his attention. His eyes remained gold, like liquid heat, as he leaned down to kiss her. She drowned in the kiss, melting under his passion as Simon stroked her side and maneuvered his knee between her thighs. She linked her arms around his neck and sighed, murmuring into the kiss as he retreated. Simon kissed her throat and shoulder, down her chest, then her breasts. Zoe's breath caught as Simon squeezed her waist and continued a slow trail down her chest and stomach. She didn't want an inch of space between him, wanted to touch as much of him as she could.
    His beard tickled against her thigh and she jumped, watching with parted lips as he eased her legs apart and breathed against her slit. Simon made that grumbly bear noise and ghosted his fingers along the back of her thigh, kissing just above where she really wanted him to. "You taste amazing."
    She flushed, about to close her thighs on his head, but he didn't give her the chance to think. His mouth sealed to her sensitive flesh and he teased her entrance with one large finger. Zoe moaned and rolled her hips, grabbing handfuls of the sheets to try to anchor herself. Fire spread through her in a rush. She'd only had one boyfriend, and he'd never done anything like that.
    She melted and burned under Simon's expert mouth and hands, and as desire crested higher and higher, she wailed. Cried out. Froze as her muscles convulsed and seized but Simon kept up the delicious torment.
    The wild part of her growled and grabbed his head to pull him closer and he chuckled as he grumbled in response. He kissed a slow trail back up her body and nuzzled behind her ear before taking her earlobe in his teeth. "Are you ready?"
    She pushed her hips up at him, desperate to feel him, and locked her arms around his neck. "More than