Curves and the All-American Male (BBW Western Romance - Coldwater Springs 7) (6 page)

Lori arched beneath him, her nipples tightening at his touch.

“I want to see all of you,” he rasped, sliding his hands behind her back and unsnapping her bra.

He pushed the silk concoction off her shoulders, exposing her to his heated gaze.

His lips lowered to her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth.

“Ty!” She writhed beneath him, his lips and tongue sending incredible sensations through her body. Clutching his muscled back, she gave herself up to the passion radiating between them.

Lori tugged at his shirt, wanting it off
now.
She didn’t want there to be anything in the way.

He obliged, shrugging it off his shoulders, before laving her other breast. She squirmed, feeling the dampness between her folds.

He slid his jean clad leg between her thighs. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you, baby.”

Ty kissed her stomach, his mouth working downward, until his lips reached her gray pants.

“These have got to come off.” He slid them down her legs, until she lay before him, bare, except for her matching cream panties.

He ran a possessive hand over her stomach down to her mound. Although his passion-lit eyes before had made her feel desired, would he still feel the same way now? She was tempted to suck in her stomach, then dismissed the idea. She needed to know if Ty loved her for
all
of her.

“There’s no one else, only you, Lori.” He must have caught the hint of uncertainty on her face. She relaxed under his gaze, offering him a wobbly smile.

His fingers brushed lazy circles over her panties. She shifted, her breath skipping at his teasing. Excitement whirled through her, and she knew she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted
any
other man.

“Ty,” she whispered, trying to pull him even closer to her.

“It’s going to be so good, sweetheart.” His hungry kiss made his words a vow. He slipped her panties off, his fingers shaking.

Ty laid his hand flat against her neatly trimmed mound, the warmth from his palm sending shivers of arousal through her.

“Are you ready for me?” Tenderness and desire gleamed in his brown eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed, knowing she’d never been so ready to make love before.

He stood, yanking off his jeans, the rasp of the metallic zip echoing in the room. His briefs followed. He grabbed his wallet from his jeans and dug out a small foil wrapped packet.

Lori caught her breath at the glorious sight of him naked. His broad shoulders, muscular torso with a smattering of dark curling hair, tight butt and large shaft. Hard. For her.

She squeezed her thighs together, her dew damp petals confirming how ready she was. For him.

He caught her fascinated gaze and held up the packet. “It’s a new one.” Hoarseness edged his voice. “I’ve been feeling hopeful ever since we started dating.”

Her lips tilted up in invitation, desire thrumming through her. Lori held out a hand to him.

He took it, easing down on the bed, kneeling over her. Ty tore the packet, the sound of the foil ripping sending goosebumps over her.

He deftly sheathed himself, then gently slid a finger inside her moist channel.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His gaze was intense.

“Yes,” she whispered, never being so ready for anything in her life. She wanted to become one with Ty.

He lowered himself, parting her thighs. His lips claimed hers, and he thrust inside her.

Her hands clasped his chiseled back as he surged inside her. He grasped her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. She gasped, the new position taking him even deeper inside her, and giving her secret nub the delicious friction it needed to explode in orgasmic bliss.

Faster and harder. Deep, long strokes. She tightened around him, her climax making every muscle in her body shudder with ecstasy.

Ty found his own release several strokes later, his whole body shaking as he surged into her one last time.

Lori’s eyes fluttered closed, her body limp and sated. She didn’t think she wanted to move ever again. A dreamy smile touched her lips as she drifted off, her arms and legs still wrapped around Ty. Her love.

Butterfly kisses on her shoulder woke her. What time was it? She opened her eyes, finding herself nestled in Ty’s arms.

“I must have fallen asleep,” she murmured, marveling at the fact that Ty returned her feelings, and their love making had been incredible. The best she’d
ever
experienced.

“Just for a little.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer because,” he gave her a mischievous grin, “you’re going to need your energy. But I just couldn’t resist telling you how much I love you.” His expression became serious.

She rested her head on his chest and looked up at him, her eyes luminous. “I love you, Ty. I didn’t realize how much until today.” She planted a kiss on his chest, a dark chest hair tickling her lips.

“Sweetheart.”
He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, demonstrating just how much he loved her with his lips, tongue and body.

Lori thrilled to his touch, her desire stirring, wanting nothing more than to make love again with her All-American Male.

EPILOGUE

Eighteen months later

Lori giggled as Ty lifted her in his arms and with his booted foot, nudged open the freshly painted white door of the farmhouse.

“You don’t have to do this,” she protested, but secretly she was thrilled. He’d already carried her over the threshold into their honeymoon suite at their Hawaiian hotel, and now he was doing it again.

“Yes, I do.” His even white teeth flashed in a grin as he strode down the hall, as if she weighed nothing at all.

Her mind flashed back to their wedding day, ten days ago. It had been a simple, beautiful ceremony, and they’d been surrounded by their friends and family. Sarah, Kate, Libby, Emma, Cassie, and Amber had all been part of her bridal party.

And Jessica, Sarah’s baby, now a toddler, had sat on her mother’s lap during the ceremony with wide eyes, seeming to take in the fact that Lori and Ty, her favorite babysitters, were now getting married.

After the reception, she and Ty had driven to the airport to catch their flight to Oahu. After ten days and nights of wedded bliss, which included
some
sightseeing and lazing on the beach, it was time to return home and begin their married life on Ty’s ranch.

Lori clasped her husband’s shoulders as he gently swung her down on her feet in the middle of the living room.

“Happy, Mrs. Quinn?” He brushed back a few strands of hair from her face.

“Very happy, Mr. Quinn.” Joy lit her smile as she gazed up at her wonderful husband. Ever since that day when he first told her he loved her, their relationship had gone from strength to strength. She never thought it was possible to be so in love with someone, secure in the knowledge that Ty returned her feelings with equal passion.

He held her hand in his much larger one, and she tingled from the simple contact. She knew his touch would always affect her like this, even when she was eighty.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank Chase enough for setting me up with you.” He kissed her palm.

“Me either,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“I love you, Lori.” Passion flared in his eyes, but his expression was serious. “And I always will.”

“And I’ll always love you, Ty.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “Even when I’m old and gray.”

“You better.” He laughed, and swept her up in his arms, heading for the bedroom. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

THE END

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Curves and the Russian Wrangler (BBW Romance - Coldwater Springs 6)

Amber hurried past the small stores lining Main Street in Coldwater Springs, Wyoming. Her mother
had called for a quick chat that Saturday morning, just as she’d been about to leave the house
,
and now she was running late. She prided herself on her punctuality, and always having the Coldwater Country Boutique open at 9.30 every morning, Tuesday to Saturday.

Glancing at her watch, she saw she only had two minutes to reach the shop, unlock the door, and turn the closed sign to open.

She quickened her step, almost jogging in her haste to reach the boutique. Luckily, she wore a supportive sports bra that helped contain her generous breasts, the bane of her existence.

“Look what I’ve got!” A small boy, running along the sidewalk, yelled to his friend.

“Let me see!” The second boy raced beside his friend, looking into the paper bag at the same time.

“Oof!” Amber and the two boys collided, Amber flailing for balance. Before she could fall, a pair of strong arms caught her.

“Those boys were not paying attention,” a decisive, delicious European accented voice murmured in her ear. “Are you all right?”

Amber slowly turned around to look at her rescuer. His hands still clasped her arms as she gazed up at him. He was tall, dwarfing her height of five foot six. He must be six foot, she thought dazedly, taking in his midnight black hair, threaded with the tiniest hint of silver at his temples, his piercing dark brown eyes, and his straight nose, high cheekbones and determined jaw.

He seemed to be in his mid-thirties. His dark denim jeans and plain navy, long-sleeved shirt fit his muscular build well and gave him the appearance of a rancher.

She blinked, then realized he’d asked her a question. “Yes. Thank you.” He’d caught her before hit the ground and hurt herself. She swallowed. “I’m fine.”

“Are you boys okay?” The stranger
addressed the kids, who had managed to stay upright during the collision
.
“You must look where you are going in future.”

“Sorry,” the first boy apologized, picking up his paper bag that was sprawled on the sidewalk, marbles rolling out everywhere.

“Sorry,” his friend said, shifting uncomfortably under the man’s frowning gaze and hurriedly scooping up the stray marbles.

“Very well.” Her rescuer inclined his head. “Off you go.”

“Sorry,” the first boy repeated to Amber, before walking quickly down the street. His friend followed him.

The stranger turned to her. “I am Mikhail--”

“Amber!” Emma Winters called out, dashing up to them, her blonde braid bobbing. “I saw what happened but I was further down the street. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Amber smiled at her curvy friend. Emma was in her early thirties, and happily married to Cade Winters, a horse trainer. Amber realized with a stab of guilt she hadn’t seen Emma for a while. Now that she’d been promoted to manager of the small boutique, she wanted to prove to her newly retired employer that she could handle the job easily. She’d been so busy with her extra workload that she hadn’t had time for anything else.

“Mikhail!” Emma smiled at the stranger
.
“I’m glad you were here.”

“So am I.” His serious face broke into a smile as he looked at Amber. Butterflies somersaulted in her tummy. “Perhaps you can introduce us, Emma?”

Emma grinned. “Amber, this is Mikhail Stepanov, our new neighbor. Mikhail, this is Amber Dawson. She manages the boutique over there.” She gestured to the clothes shop a few feet away, sporting fresh white paint and a green awning emblazoned with the name, Coldwater Country Boutique. The mannequins in the window wore spring clothes - t-shirts in appealing colors, capris and cargo pants in neutral palettes.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Amber realized that until now, his large, strong hands had clasped her arms. Now, she suddenly felt bereft, the warmth of his touch no longer there.
“Although I wish it had been in more pleasant circumstances.”

His accent sent sensual thrills down her spine. How could just his dark, velvety, deliciously accented voice do that to her? She placed her small, plump hand in his. His tanned fingers closed over it. A shot of heat raced up her arm.

Breathe.

After a few seconds, she heard Emma clear her throat, and she became conscious that her hand was still in Mikhail’s and she’d been gazing up at him like a star-struck teenager.

“I was going to pop into the boutique this morning to look at the new clothes that came in,” Emma said, her gaze switching between them.

“I must not keep you.” Mikhail relinquished her hand
,
his fingers brushing against her palm.

“Thank you.” She couldn’t help her breathless tone. “For … for catching me.”

“My pleasure.” He nodded. “Emma.” He smiled in farewell.

Both women watched him stride down the street.

“Wow,” Amber whispered.

“Yeah.” Emma caught her friend’s arm. “We can talk inside the shop.”

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