Free The Cowbear's Curvy Valentine (Curvy Bear Ranch 5) by Liv Brywood

parted her lips. She moaned against him, tangling her fingers in his shirt. Every brush of his tongue against hers served to draw her deeper into the fantasy.
    In his arms, real life didn’t exist. She didn’t have to worry about the trial, her parents, or what she was going to do with her life after this week. She only had to worry about when to take a breath, and even that became automatic.
    He pulled away. In a husky voice he said, “I can’t stop kissing you.”
    “Then don’t.”
    As his lips reclaimed hers, she pressed her hips against his body. The rigid length of his cock pushed against her soft belly. She couldn’t wait to expose every inch of him.
    As she tugged his shirt out of his jeans, he released her and started unbuttoning it. Inch by glorious inch, he revealed his firm chest. She ran her fingers across the fine smattering of hair before trailing them lower. When she reached his abs, his muscles contracted. He sucked in a breath and yanked the shirt over his shoulders.
    She reached for his pants but he beat her to them. After unzipping his jeans, he pushed them over his hips. They fell to the floor. A second passed before she had the courage to drop her gaze from his abs to his boxers. He wasn’t wearing any.
    “Oh,” she whispered in surprise.
    “Sometimes I like to go commando.” He flashed a naughty grin.
    “I approve.”
    “I thought you might.”
    She chuckled. There was no way he could have known that she’d fling herself at him, but she didn’t contradict him. Why take a stab at his ego and risk ruining things?
    “I still have all of my clothes on.” She arched a brow.
    “I don’t.”
    She tossed her head back and laughed hard enough to jiggle her stomach. For a split second, that evil little voice that told her she was too big tried to kill her joy. She quickly silenced it. He’d already seen her almost naked in the spa, so he knew what her belly looked like. If he didn’t care, then why should she?
    As he peeled off her layers of clothing, she trembled in anticipation. He wasted no time stripping her down to her bra and panties. When he stopped to look at her, the self-conscious voice tried to rear its snarky head. This is where he’s going to stop and tell you that you’re a heifer.
    “You’re so dammed sexy,” he murmured as his eyes raked across her curves.
    Ha! The stupid voice was wrong.
    “Take the rest of it off,” he said. “I want to watch you.”
    “You’re quite the voyeur.”
    She unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. After tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes, she hooked her fingers in her panties, then stalled. Why not have fun with it?
    “Don’t stop now,” he said in a husky voice.
    “Do you want me to take these off?” she asked with wide-eyed innocence.
    He growled in response.
    “Maybe I’ll leave them on,” she teased.
    “I’ll just shove them out of the way.”
    “Will you?”
    “Can’t you see how much I want you?” he asked with a glance at his growing cock.
    She swallowed, unable to look away. He was so big, so hard. The urge to wrap her hand around his cock was overwhelming. She couldn’t wait to touch him.
    After shimmying out of her panties, she tossed them at him. He laughed and batted them away. His expression darkened as he advanced. With the stealth of a predator, he stalked toward her. Each step made her tremble. Slick heat coiled in her pussy. He hadn’t done more than kiss her and she was ready for every inch of him.
    “Take me to bed,” she whispered.
    He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. After setting her down, he crawled to cover her with his body. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, expecting him to push into her without preamble.
    When he didn’t, she opened her eyes. He dipped to kiss the side of her neck. Between licks and nibbles, he murmured increasingly erotic comments in her ear.
    “You smell good enough to eat,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to taste your soft