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

fantasies about Drew, she never imagined he’d be so sensual. The dichotomy between rough cowboy and gentle lover sent ripples of need across her glistening flesh.
    As his lips plucked one taut nipple into his mouth, she moaned. Coherent thought dissolved into sheer sensation. His hands scooped under her butt. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. After laying her down, he dropped to graze her belly with his cheek.
    “I don’t know if I can hold back,” he whispered. “But I will.”
    Her mouth went dry as he knelt between her thighs. She arched in anticipation, so when he didn’t move to cover her, she flinched. Why was he stopping?
    She got the answer a second later when he pushed back onto his belly. He kissed the inside of her thigh, leaving her to tremble in the wake of his lips.
    “You smell so good,” he murmured. “I want to taste you.”
    “Okay.”
    She chided herself for the lamest answer ever. But what else could she say? The husky tinge of lust in his voice rolled through her like thunder. She’d never had a man talk to her like that before, especially not in bed. The sudden rush of feminine power filled her with a boldness she wasn’t accustomed to having.
    As he brushed his lips closer to her sex, she lifted to meet him. With a grown, he wrapped his fingers around her hips and pressed her into the bed. Long, lavish swirls of his tongue coaxed her closer to the breaking point. She clutched the sheets in her hands and writhed against him.
    The dull, aching throb in her pussy built until her breaths came out in short bursts. Mindless pleasure coiled from somewhere deep inside her. This was more than just sex. He worshiped her with his lips and tongue.
    She lay sprawled across the bed. Her thighs trembled as the hard buds of her nipples ached to be touched. As if he’d read her mind, he reached up to rub the thick pad of his thumb over them.
    Everything exploded. She gasped as tight, clenching waves of orgasmic ecstasy ripped through her body. She twisted to one side and screamed as she shook from the force of her orgasm.
    He crawled up to cover her with his rugged body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in, taking every inch of his rigid cock. Her mouth dropped open. God, he was huge. Even bigger than the outline of his jeans had suggested.
    Each thrust pushed the breath from her body. Each pull left her wanting more. And when he angled his hips in just the right motion, she exploded around him. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. He growled in response, driving into her with animalistic passion.
    When she raked her nails down his back, he roared. She froze. The sound chilled her to the core. It was almost inhuman.
    “Shh,” he whispered before kissing away her fear.
    She relaxed. With all the blood rushing through her ears, she’d probably just misinterpreted the strange sound.
    As he continued to plunge into her, sweat beaded on his body. Her hands slipped down to grab his butt. She pulled him in, taking everything he had to give until he pushed her over the edge.
    A series of seismic waves rippled throughout her body. She pulsed around him, devoid of thought, lost in total abandon until he surged forward. His sharp cry pierced the air. As his hips pummeled her with relentless thrusts, she tumbled with him into a state of total ecstasy.
    Silky heat filled her. She’d never been so completely satisfied. Every inch of her body went limp. She tried to raise her hands to caress his back but couldn’t. She could only lie there, basking in the glow of his adoration.
    He spread soft kisses over her mouth before easing off to lie beside her. As he drew her into the crook of his arm, she sighed and placed her hand on his chest. At first, his heart beat wildly. But after a few minutes, it slowed to a normal pace.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “For what?” came his sleepy reply.
    “For making me feel alive again.”
    “Mine,” he muttered.
    He cradled her against