Page 31 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

“You keep looking at me like that, Honey, and I’m bound to make a meal of you.”

“I can’t help it,” I whispered, “Dante, you are so beautiful.”

My hands were steady as I brushed them across his pecs and his shoulders, trailing my fingers down to his hard stomach.

“You’re the one that’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like you,” he purred and dropped a hard kiss on my lips.

Then he got busy, peeling my pants along with my panties down my legs, and for the first time I wasn’t obsessing about my cellulite or wondering if I missed any spots when I shaved before work.

He made me feel seen, cherished, even. Like I was the only woman in the world. And, well, there was simply no comparison to that.

Next to him I felt small, petite. I wasn’t the fat girl, or the single mom with a pretty face but too plump body.

Dante looked at me with desire, and it had been a really long time since I felt so good about myself.

“Lift your feet,” he murmured, and I did, allowing him to finish undressing me.

His shoulders were massive, but he was so gentle with my things as he removed them unhurriedly. His chest was still rumbling, and I liked the sound of it very much.

My eyes dipped to his lap.

I’d managed to take off his buckle and undo his pants, but there was no way I could remove them without his help.

His cock pulsed beneath the dark gray fabric of his boxer briefs, the outline teasing me with his incredible size and girth.

Oh, there was no denying the strength and power of his build. Dante was all kinds of hot.

Hell, the man was literal fire. And I was so ready for him.

“Come here, Honey,” he growled, running his nose first, then his lips across my belly as he picked me up.

I gasped and clutched his arms, but he just grinned and lifted me higher.

“What are you doing?” I asked, eyes wide.

Dante’s smile turned positively feral as he leaned his back against the couch and hoisted me up, so I was sitting on his chest.

“Drop those legs on either side of my head. Good girl,” he instructed.

I was so shocked, I just did it. I opened my legs and placed my thighs one on each of his broad shoulders.

Arousal gushed inside my core, and I bit my lip, afraid it was going to drip onto him.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growled, and his eyes darkened as he breathed in deeply.

His growl vibrated through me, and Dante did it again. He sucked in a big gulp of air. Like he was desperate to swallow more of my scent. And fuck, that was hot.

I felt open, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on, I could hardly speak.

“I-I’ll crush you,” I whispered.

I was one part desperate to move closer, and sit on his face, and another part terrified I was going to suffocate him in that position.

“A little thing like you? No way. Now, be my good girl, Honey. Sit on my face and let me taste you,” he growled.

I trembled with need as Dante fastened his enormous hands to my hips and pushed me forward so my pussy was right up against his seeking lips.

“Oh my God!” I moaned at the first nuzzle.

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