Werebear for Valentine's: Saved by the Bear (BBW Werebear Erotic Romance) Read Free Page A

comes with finding just the right person. Or bear, in Trish’s case. She straddled him, her aching sex yearning to be closer to him. Trish’s Valentine’s Day had taken a definite turn for the positive and she wasn’t about to waste it. By the way Christian’s hands roamed her lush curves and pressed her against his cut body, it was obvious that he shared her sentiments. Trish moaned slightly as he grazed her lower lip with his teeth.
     
    The man released a guttural growl, the kind that would have made her back away in apprehension if it hadn’t had just the right tint of softness to it. The bear was close to the surface, the man’s excitement allowing freer reign for the beast, but Trish was sure Christian was completely in control. His two sides had come together for that perfect moment when he found the woman that completed him. They had felt inexplicably drawn to each other and only when he had left the diner, not wanting to overwhelm her, Christian he truly understood what had happened. That blonde-haired, blue-eyed gem of a woman was the one he had been searching for so long – his other half. His mate. The missing piece of the puzzle.
     
    And now, having her in his arms, he never wanted to let her go again. Her hands tugged at the fabric of his t-shirt until she pulled it over his head, revealing his wide chest and toned abdomen. He was as if carved from rock, hardened by work and molded by hardships. As she ran her fingers down him, she could feel small bumps under her fingertips. He was littered with scars. Trish filed it away for the future. She wanted to know all she could about him, but there was more important business to attend to. The aching in her core was becoming hard to deal with and she wanted him, all of him. The thick bulge in his jeans was taunting her and she wanted to see and feel what the man was hiding.
     
    He ginned at her eagerness, glad that his lust was met equally. She had seemed like such a gentle daisy, but there was spunk and sass in Trish. When she was in mortal danger, she had remained calm and in control and even the sight of a werebear shifting didn’t cause her to lose her hard-earned steeliness. She was more than impressive and Christian was certain that he had found a softer match for himself, one that could whittle down his hard edges and soothe his harsh corners. And the way she tasted…damn. Who knew that he could live just miles from the little town all his life and never know that his other half was hiding in a tiny diner almost within arm’s reach? He had a lot of time to make up for.
     
    Trish giggled as he unbuttoned her blouse with fumbling fingers, the buttons too small for him to manage with any kind of nimbleness. She batted him away gently, undoing them herself. For just the slightest moment, Trish was worried about what he would think about her body, but the look of lust and appreciation that mingled in his eyes soothed any uncertainties she might have had. He leant forward and kissed down her neck and across her chest, his fingers undoing her bra and letting the white lacy garment fall from her chest. Trish gasped as he captured one of her nipples between his teeth and flicked his sharp tongue across it with quick, small flicks. She groaned, her back arching and her nails clawing at his arms as he teased her relentlessly, his tongue and warm mouth on her breasts feeling amazing.
     
    Trish was completely wet for him and when her hands went to undo his pants, she could barely contain the excitement. He raised his hips as she pushed the fabric down his tapered hips and thick thighs, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. She couldn’t help but gasp. The veiny rod was much bigger than any she had seen before – something straight out of fantasies. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her breathing was heavy, the excitement consuming her. He kissed her again, his strong hand on her neck and his warmth filling her senses as he tipped her on her back on the couch.