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

and a soft moan left her lips.
    Cora shoved the straps of the backpack off his shoulders. His hat hit the ground, and she scrambled to lift the hem of his shirt over his head. The bruises on his ribs were almost healed, but she kissed him there, anyway.
    “Why’d you do that?” he murmured, looking at her with the most curious expression.
    “So it’ll feel better. Does it?”
    He frowned in disbelief down at his torso and nodded. “Yeah.”
    She grinned triumphantly and unzipped her jacket. Boone’s hands went to her chest immediately as she shrugged out of it. He cupped her, then blew warm air onto her sweater, right over one of her nipples. It drew up taut at the sensation. Arching back, she exhaled languidly, closing her eyes against the sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
    Boone pulled her shirt over her head and popped her tits out of her bra, then pushed them together and sucked on one of her nipples. Holy hell balls, she loved him like this. In control, focused, adoring her body and casting away all of her insecurities. This wasn’t a lights-off-five-minute-fuck like it had been with Eddie. This was heart-pounding, pussy-pulsing, desperate-for-touch love-making with a man who made her feel like she was everything.
    The slow rip of her zipper was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, but he only pulled her pants down just enough to slip his hand in and cup her sex.
    “Damn, woman, I love how you soak your panties for me.”
    She gasped sharply as he slid his long finger inside of her and brushed her clit with his palm. He stroked again, and she rolled her hips, setting the pace as she clutched onto his shoulders.
    “Boone,” she panted on a breath.
    “Fuck, yes, more of that.”
    “Harder.”
    He bit her bottom lip hard enough to burn as he pressed his finger in deeper and faster.
    “I’m gonna—”
    “Come for me, baby,” Boone murmured against her ear.
    Her body exploded around him, pulsing with blinding pleasure as she bowed against him and cried out. She raked her nails across his back as he pressed into her again and again, drawing out her aftershocks.
    “That’s two times now, Trouble. Two orgasms from a man.”
    Cora rubbed her cheek against his as he stroked her slowly, pulling every last pleasurable throbbing sensation from her satiated body. “You keeping score, Boone?”
    “Hell yeah, I am. We’re just getting started, you and me.”
    “Really?” Hope bloomed in her chest as the first tingle of pressure began to build in her middle again.
    “You ever had someone fuck you like a werebear?” Boone laughed as he ducked her swat.
    “Boone Leland Keller, you would bring up Nasty Eddie right now, wouldn’t you? I think my vagina is drying up.”
    “It’s not,” Boone said, nibbling her lip as he slid his finger inside of her again with a slick sound.
    “Well, keep talking about my ex, and it’ll shrivel up and blow away. Just dust in the wind. And besides, I can’t imagine that being fun for the girl. Eddie’s side-chick sounded like she was faking it.”
    Boone’s lips dipped to her neck, and he trailed down to her collar bone with biting, sucking kisses. When she looked down, he had himself in hand, stroking. A drop of moisture sat at the tip, and she lowered herself and sat on the mossy trunk. His finger slid from her, but that was okay. She wanted to make him feel good now. She kissed the salty drop from his erection and teased the swollen head of his cock with her tongue.
    Boone groaned and jerked his hips forward.
    “So sensitive,” she whispered. She gripped him at the base and applied pressure.
    Boone inhaled sharply as she slid him into her mouth. His hips and legs flexed as if he couldn’t help himself.
    Cora pulled his hands behind her head and eased off him. “Tell me what you like, but be gentle about it, yeah?”
    Boone’s nostrils flared as he nodded his head sharply. She smiled at the fact his eyes had gone that gold-green color and he looked