Free The Cowbear's Mail Order Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 6) by Liv Brywood

attempt to calm the flutter of nerves in her stomach.
    She turned her back to the mirror and lowered her robe to her hips. She looked over her shoulder at the long, jagged scar that slashed across her back from shoulder to waist. How in the hell was she going to explain that?
    “You coming?” Drew called.
    “In a minute.”
    She pulled up the robe and belted it. If he even caught one glimpse of her scar, he’d start asking more questions she wasn’t ready to answer—like why she was calling herself “Sharon.”
    She turned on the faucet and splashed icy water over her face. After drying her damp skin with a hand towel, she folded the cloth and set it over the edge of the bathtub. She tiptoed to the door and peeked out at Drew’s prone form.
    Already shirtless, the faint light of a single lamp bounced across his rippling abs. With each breath, his chest rose as if proudly displaying his virility. Clad in only a pair of jeans, he laced his fingers behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Was he having second thoughts too?
    Her gaze dropped to the thick bulge in his jeans. She squirmed, sliding her thighs together in an attempt to calm the flood of heat tearing through her core. If this was only about sex, then she wouldn’t hesitate to walk into that room and yank his pants off with her teeth. But after getting to know him a little more today, she didn’t want to hurt him. She had to find a way out of this situation.
    She pushed open the door. Drew’s bedroom eyes raked across her robed body.
    “You’re not naked.” He arched a brow.
    “Drew…”
    He slid off the bed and prowled toward her. Before she could process what was happening, he’d pulled her tight against him. The animalistic glint in his eyes was her undoing. He gave her an incendiary look clearly devised to make any woman forget her inhibitions.
    When he reached for the tie at her waist, she took a step toward him. It was all the encouragement he needed. As he slipped the robe from her shoulders, she backed toward the lamp. With a flick of her fingers, she plunged the room into absolute darkness.
    “I want to see you,” he whispered.
    “I’m shy.”
    “Why? I think you’re gorgeous.”
    He pushed the cloth aside, leaving twin trails of molten fire across her belly and hips. He smoothed his hands down over her buttocks.
    “You’re so soft…” he murmured before grazing the top of her shoulder with his lips. His tongue darted out to trace a line across her collar bone. “…and sweet.”
    “Oh, God.”
    Her head lolled back as he nibbled the edge of her neck. The robe fell past her hips to pool at her feet. She kicked it away.
    “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he said. “From the moment I kissed you this morning.”
    “Me too,” she said.
    “I wasn’t sure.”
    “I’m still not sure,” she admitted.
    “You’re not?” He pulled back slightly. “If you want me to stop…”
    “No. I don’t want you to stop. But I’m not sure what this means.”
    “It means we’re two, hot-blooded people who need each other right now. If you can’t handle meaningless sex, I get it. I’ll stop. But…” He traced the edge of her breast with his fingers. “…I don’t want to stop.”
    “I don’t either.”
    “Then don’t,” he challenged.
    She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair and drew his face toward hers. When their lips met, the all-consuming need to forget everything but the play of his tongue across her mouth won. Every last thread of restraint unraveled as she gave herself over to him completely.
    He drifted lower. As he kissed her neck and shoulders, she ran her fingers across the hard plane of his abs. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched her with such reverence, with such intensity.
    The tip of his tongue spread wet spirals across the tops of her breasts. She leaned into him. The support from his strong arms gave her a weightlessness she hadn’t felt in years. In all of her