Free The Cowbear's Christmas Shotgun Wedding (Curvy Bear Ranch 3) by Liv Brywood Page A

waist and pulled her to her feet. As he lifted her out of the tub, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    He held her under her thighs and carried her down the hall. After setting her down on the bed, he clawed at his clothes. In record time, he stood naked at the end of her bed. Her gaze raked his body from his face down to his feet and back.
    “Come here.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He the loved the demanding tone in her voice. Who knew she’d grow up to be a little sex kitten?
    As he crawled to cover her, she lay back against the pillows. Chest to chest, he pressed against her, careful to keep his weight on his knees so he wouldn’t crush her. He nipped and nuzzled her neck before dropping to spread kisses over her breasts. Yes, he was completely obsessed with them. How could he not be? They were so firm and round and delicious. He sucked one plump nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth.
    “More.” She cupped the back of his neck and drew him down.
    After another soft bite, she tangled her fingers in his hair. She whimpered and moaned as he lavished her with kisses. When she dragged her nails down his back, he lost it. Fueled by reckless desire, he kneed apart her thighs. He forced himself to take a breath so he wouldn’t hurt her.
    As he brushed the tip of his cock against her slick pussy, she writhed and whimpered, “Make love to me.”
    He positioned himself over her, ready to take her for the first time.
    And then he heard Mack holler from the other side of the bedroom door. “You guys sleeping in there?”
     

 
    Chapter 7
     
    “No. No. No. No. Dammit!” Kate swore as Logan rolled away from her.
    “I’ll get rid of him,” Logan whispered in her ear.
    She groaned and banged her fist into the mattress. Could Mack’s timing have been any worse? She needed Logan to take away the horror of losing the barn. Making love to him would have made her heart hurt a little less. It would have given her the strength she needed to finish repairing the house. And she wanted him in a hot-blooded, feral way that left her frustrated as hell.
    She snorted a laugh.
    “What?” Logan asked as he dressed.
    “Tell him his timing sucks.”
    “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” he said.
    She slumped back into the rumpled sheets. As she waited for Logan to return, lack of sleep and the stress from the fire pulled her eyelids closed. She couldn’t let herself fall asleep. He’d be back to finish what he started in a minute. Just one more…
    Hours later she woke to a cold bed.
    “Logan?”
    When she didn’t receive a response, she slipped out of bed. She pulled on a fresh pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and socks, and then wandered through the house looking for Logan.
    She’d made it to the living room when she heard banging coming from the front porch. She opened the door to find Logan hammering new boards into the floor.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “This porch is driving me nuts. I feel like I’m going to fall through it every time I walk on it.”
    “You didn’t come back to bed,” she said.
    “I got caught up in talking to Mack about the barn. By the time I got back to your room, you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you.” He looked up and wiped sweat from his forehead.
    “Oh.” Disappointment curled around her belly, giving it an empty, hollow feeling. The passion that had sizzled between them was gone.
    “We should pick through what’s left of the barn and see if we can salvage anything,” he said.
    In that moment, she didn’t care about the barn. She wanted to reignite the fire between them, but she wasn’t sure if he really wanted her, or if he’d just been caught up in the moment when they’d been in the bathroom.
    “Come on, hon.” He stood and took her hand.
    Well at least he was still being affectionate.
    As they stepped off the porch, she turned to look at where the barn had once stood. A pile of burnt rubble was all that remained of the structure.