Page 9 of Purrfectly Kissed

Holy Shit.

Why wasn’t she using the changing room round the back? He wondered and tried to stop his cock from hardening perceptively in his jeans as he stared at the woman’s perfect heart-shaped ass in the barely-there pink panties she wore.

Her firm cheeks peeked out of the Brazilian cut bottoms, giving him an unhindered view of her supple flesh. How he wanted to nibble that pert little bottom of hers.

Grrrr.

No. Fuck.

He closed his eyes tight and moved. He was at mid-turn with the intention of giving her some privacy when she caught sight of him.

“Brayden! Oops, uh look I am so sorry. And please don’t tell my brother I was getting dressed in here, but the door to the changing room outside is frozen shut, and I didn’t want to track mud all the way to the guest room,” she explained.

She wiggled her ass, getting the tights over her gorgeous curves, then pulled an oversized sweater over her head. The flash of dusky nipples behind the lacey pink bra she wore made his mouth go dry. She was completely covered now.

That was good, right? No more heart shaped ass in the peek-a-boo briefs. No smooth ivory skin with its smattering of freckles. And no more luscious mounds covered in barely-there lace.

This was much better. Right?

Sad growl.

“Uh, yeah, sure. No worries,” he grunted, finally responding.

“Thank you,” she said.

Brayden looked up in time to see her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Biting her bottom lip, she waited, her hair curling around her shoulders, still damp from the snow outside.

Shit.

She was uncomfortable. What was he supposed to do now?

Say something,his Bear urged.

His inner beast was always angry with him lately but even more now for causing her any kind of disturbance.

“Uh, cute sweater.”

“Thanks?”

For some reason that sounded like a question, but what did she want from him? He didn’t do small talk. Jessica looked down at the green and red elf that seemed to be dancing across her breasts and shrugged.

He almost groaned aloud. The ugly Christmas sweater was anything but cute. Whatever. She always looked fucking great to him.

The material was loose over tight leggings, simple and comfy. But Brayden was treated to a peek of the tops of those luscious mounds when she tugged on her fuzzy, red-knit boots.

Not a particularly sexy ensemble, but after he’d briefly seen what lay hidden beneath, the outfit was hot as fuck.

The way that sweater hid what he now knew were larger than average breasts with pert nipples and supple skin made him want to take it right off her. And forget about those pants. Was it possible to be jealous of clothing?

The thin black material hugged her thighs and ass, leaving him with little to imagine except how sweet her hidden curves would feel beneath his hard body.

He loved a woman with a little extra something, and sweet Jessica had that for sure. She was shapely as a woman should be.

Neither man nor beast was attracted to a woman who looked more like a stick figure than full of flesh and blood. Brayden was a Bear who liked curves. And Jess had those in spades. Curves he’d love to get his paws on.

Fuck. No curves. Jess is off limits.

Yes. Curves. Mate,his Bear insisted.

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