Free The Cowbear's Christmas Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 4) by Liv Brywood Page A

growled against her shoulder. She had entirely too much clothing on. After making quick work of her jacket, he slipped his hands under the hem of her sweater. As he caressed her waist, she trembled.
    The soft press of her breasts against his chest wasn’t enough—he needed more. He glanced at her face only to find desire written all over it. That was all the encouragement he needed to lift her sweater over her head. As the clothing raked across the steamed-up window, it left a trail. He knew he shouldn’t be undressing her like this, but he couldn’t deny his bear any longer.
    He returned his gaze to the fullness of her breasts. They crested the top of her pink, lacy bra, as if begging for his touch. He trailed his fingers across their smoothness.
    “You’re so beautiful.”
    “I’m a bit soft in the middle.”
    “I like soft. Your skin, it smells like baby powder all the time,” he said.
    “I don’t put anything on it. I guess that’s just how I smell.” She tried to pull his sweater off but it caught behind his back. “Lean forward.”
    He did. When she revealed his naked chest, he smiled at her shocked expression.
    “You don’t have a shirt on,” she said.
    “I usually wear one, but not today.”
    “Why not today?”
    “I don’t know, maybe I thought this might happen.” He flashed a wicked smile.
    “Really?”
    “No. But a guy can hope, right?”
    “You can do more than hope,” she whispered as she reached back to unclasp her bra.
    “Oh damn,” he blurted.
    Her breasts spilled out into his hands. He hadn’t realized he’d moved until he passed his thumbs over her nipples. The warm flesh puckered into taut peaks. He leaned forward and captured one between his lips.
    She wound her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer. He smiled and teased the other nipple with his tongue before pulling back to look at her.
    “How far…” His voice turned husky.
    “Make love to me.”
    “I don’t think you can make love in the cab of a truck,” he said.
    “Well then fuck me.”
    “Whoa!” He sat back, stunned by her sudden aggression.
    “What, you don’t think I like to get dirty from time to time?” she asked coyly.
    “Oh, I’ll show you dirty.” He yanked the zipper down on her jeans and helped her shimmy out of them. His pants ended up on the floor with hers, and in a tangled mess of limbs they managed to strip.
    “Get on your knees,” he growled.
     
    ***
     
    As Carol crawled across the front seat, he reached to hit the electric seat controls. When he pushed the seat back, she yelped, not expecting the movement. She faced the headrest and leaned forward as Hank climbed in behind her. Her legs trembled in anticipation. In the dark cab, she hadn’t gotten much of a look at his cock, but she didn’t need to. When she’d been sitting in his lap, the length of him strained against her thigh, giving her a damn good idea of what she was about to experience.
    But instead of plunging into her, he planted sensual kisses across the nape of her neck. He let his teeth graze her shoulder as he reached forward to gather her breasts in his hands. She moaned. She’d never imagined having sex in a truck in the middle of the woods, but if she had, it wouldn’t have been anywhere near this good.
    His gradual perusal of the skin on her shoulder sent tendrils of need straight to her pussy. She brushed against the seat, eager to have him inside her. Why was he being such a tease? She needed him—all of him—with a desperation so intense it was overwhelming.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “What do you want?” he asked in a husky voice.
    “You?”
    “What part of me?”
    “Your cock.”
    “Where do you want it?”
    “Inside me,” she whimpered.
    “Deep?”
    “Oh God. Yes.”
    “Hard?”
    “Ohhh…”
    “Right here?” He brushed the tip of her cock against her slick pussy lips.
    “Right there,” she breathed. “Right now.”
    As he eased into her, she cried out in ecstasy. He pushed her