Curves and the All-American Male (BBW Western Romance - Coldwater Springs 7) by Jenn Roseton Read Free Book Online Page B

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