Free Geek Bearing Gifts (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance): A BBW in search of love + A sexy shifter who secretly loved her = Smokin' Roaring Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 2) by Milly Taiden

therapy. And sex too!
    She reached the massive office and stood there at first, watching him face the large wall of glass showing a beautiful view of the woods. His big shoulders tensed. Then he pressed a button on the cell phone.
    “Selfish assholes!” he barked and turned to face her.
    “Want to talk about it?”
    Where the hell had that come from?  She didn’t like talking about her own problems and there she was genuinely interested in whatever was frustrating the sexy bear. She’d prefer to see him smiling again instead of frowning.
    She couldn’t stop herself from strolling right to him. It was as though her body had a mind of its own. She wanted near him. Closer.  She stopped a foot away, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath.
    “Your sister left,” she said.
    Still he said nothing. The way his gaze focused on her mouth, dropping to her breasts and then sliding down the rest of her body almost started a brush fire in her veins.
    “The food is ready,” she tried again, watching him lick his lips, his gaze stuck on her chest. If only he’d do something. Anything. She was so close to tearing at his clothes it wasn’t funny. “Are you hungry?”
    “Starved,” he finally replied.
    “Oh, well good. What are you in the mood for? There’s two different options on the stove. One’s a beef and the other a fish. I don’t have a preference.”
    He closed the single step between them and grabbed her arms. “I’m not hungry for food.”
    Thank. You. God.
    She swallowed hard at the dryness in her throat. “Whatever you’ re in the mood for, take it.”
    If he needed more than that then he wasn’t as intuitive as she thought. She was pretty much offering herself to him for the taking. She held her breath and waited. And watched him. The deep frown lines lifted and his features changed into a sinful smile.
    “Oh, I’m taking it. All of it.”
    She didn’t get a chance to reply. He dropped his head and locked their lips together. The kiss—Dear God what a kiss —was better than any of the previous ones. This was full of hunger. Passion. Demand. It was as if the animal side of him had taken control.
    She loved it. The way with which he slid his hand down her arms to the edge of her shirt. The warmth of his hands when he pulled the material up and above her head. Their kiss broke for all of a second before their lips were once again pressed together, tongues rubbing and breaths mingling. She gripped his shirt in her hands, the material soft yet annoying. There was too much between her hands and his body. She wanted it all out of the way.
    She tugged on his shirt, until he got the hint and the thing came off. A sigh fell from her lips at the feel of his warm smooth skin.  Blazing need pooled at her core. Her body vibrated with desire for Ky. This thirst for his touch, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to reach deeper in a few hours than other men had in the span of months. She didn’t know if it was his genuine interest in her and what she said, all she knew was the she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. It was new and almost scary to want him with every fiber of her being.
    Bone-deep desire for the man sliding his hands up her back and removing her bra grew with each of her breaths. His abs contracted under her palms. She glided her hands up his chest, through the slight mat of hair and scored her nails down his pecs.
    A loud hoarse groan sounded from him. He broke their kiss, eyes bright with a hunger she loved seeing in their depths.
    Her bra came off and his gaze slowly trailed down to her tits.
    “You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    She couldn’t say if it was the way he said the words, with so much honesty, but hearing him say it and watching his expression fill with lust broke her control.
    “Touch me, please,” she begged in a soft cry.
    “I can do better than touching,” he murmured.