Page 133 of The Cowbears of Curvy Bear Ranch

She padded into the living room. A small fire still burned in the fireplace. Just outside the arc of light, the air chilled her enough to make her wish she’d put onarobe.

“Another storm’s coming.” He let the curtain fall before turningtowardher.

Her heart fluttered. The front of his shirt hung open to reveal every ridge and valley of his sensual body. She couldn’tlookaway.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for what happens when I come over there,”hesaid.

“I…”

“Go back to bed, honey. I need to keep watch and you’re too much of a distractionrightnow.”

Against her better judgment, she crossed the room to peer out of the window. Moonlit snow flurries whipped across the plain before curling up themountain.

“No one’s going to come out in this. It’s too cold and windy,” she said. She dropped the curtain and turned to him. “I can’t stand the sound of the wind atnight.”

“I can’t either. It makes youfeelso…”

“Alone,” shefinished.

“Yeah.” As he leaned against the wall, his heated gaze raked up from her feet to her face. “I never thought someone could look like that in flannelpajamas.”

“Likewhat?”

“Like someone who belongs on Santa’s naughty list,” he said in a tone that sent a shiver of desire straight tohersex.

“I guarantee I haven’t done anything worth putting me on the naughty list,” she saidcoyly.

“Ihave.”

She swallowed as he slowly closed the distance between them. Flames illuminated fiery highlights in his tousled hair. The edge of his lip curved up in a rakish smile. He knew exactly what kind of effect he was havingonher.

He moved to brush her hair away from her cheeks. His eyes searched hers as if to ask if this was what she really wanted. She answered by slightly tilting herheadback.

“You’re sweeter than a sugar cookie and stronger than an oak.” A breath later, his lips grazed her forehead. “I could lose myselfinyou.”

“You make me strong,”shesaid.

“What will it take to make you stay?” he asked while tracing the edge of her earlobe with the tip of histongue.

“If you weren’t here, I would have already sold this place to that developer and I’d be gone.” She trembled as he kissed the side of her neck just under her ear. “I don’t know why I’mstillhere.”

“Ido.”

“You do?” she asked with awhimper.

“Mm-hmm.”

His mouth grazed her jawline. A rush of heat floodedherbody.

“Logan…”

“Yeah?”

Before she could answer, his mouth closed over hers. She moaned as he reached for her waist. His warm hands slid under the flannel shirt and up her back. She leaned against him, relishing the press of her breasts against his firmmuscles.

His tongue swept between her lips to explore her mouth. Heated kisses aroused dormant hunger, coaxing it forth until she was moist and needy. Dizzy from his kisses, she molded her body against his, giving him full access to explore every curve andcontour.

And he took fulladvantage.