“Oh?”
“We were just having fun, blowing off steam. It didn’t meananything.”
“And inthebarn?”
She swallowed and looked away. “I’m sorryaboutthat.”
He gently clasped her chin and turned her face back to his. “I’mnot.”
With only a whisper of space between them, an arc of energy sizzled across her lips. She couldn’t turn away, not when his dazzling hazel eyes stared at her sointently.
He closed the distance and kissed her with a gentleness that made the world fall away. The only thing that mattered was the brush of his lips across hers. Tendrils of desire unfurled in her belly. She leaned into the kiss and let him pull her intohislap.
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, a blast of snow-drenched air whipped her hair to one side. He brushed the errant strands away and caressed her cheek with the back of hisknuckles.
When he finally pulled away he murmured, “I can’t stopkissingyou.”
The Cowbear’s CurvyChristmas
Paranormal ChristmasRomance
Copyright© 2015 LivBrywood
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Chapter1
Maddie slouchedagainst the well-worn redwood bar. As she nursed the last few drops of a huckleberry martini, the bartenderambledover.
“Want another one?” heasked.
“No. I’m still working onthisone.”
“Unless you plan on licking the glass, there’s not much left.” He flashed a good-naturedsmile.
“I plan on licking the glass,” she respondedwryly.
He belted out a belly laugh. “A woman with spunk. I like that. What brings youtotown?”
“How do you know I’m notfromhere?”
“West Yellowstone’s a small town. I know everyone who lives here.” He leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. “And, I know all of theirsecrets.”
She laughed nervously. “I’m just passingthrough.”
“All right Ms. City Slicker, let me know when you’re ready for another one.” He moved down the bar to help anotherpatron.
She returned her attention to the empty glass. A few droplets of condensation hugged the rim, but there wasn’t a drop of alcohol left. She cursed her stupidity for letting her ex-fiancé talk her into quitting her job. The second she’d called off the wedding, the bastard had frozen their bank accounts. She had twenty dollars in her pocket, one credit card, and a whole lot ofregret.
She used the mirror behind the bar to watch the other patrons. Most sported winter coats, denim jeans, and cowboy boots. The tourists were easy to spot in their matching gloves, hats, and scarves. When she’d left Seattle, she’d stuffed a suitcase full of Aspen-ready snow bunny clothes. She hadn’t realized how many pink jackets she owned until she’d been forced to decidebetweenthem.
The door to the bar swung open, and a tall, bear of a man strolled in. Now that was a real man. Six feet tall with a broad chest, slim hips, and an intriguing bulge in his jeans, he was all cowboy. As he wound his way through the packed tables, helookedup.
Their gazes locked in the mirror. A rush of feminine need coursed through her veins. Without thinking, she licked the rim of the glass. He definitely noticed because he changed direction and headed toward the open seatbesidehers.
