Sassy Shifter Brides: Complete Series - BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Mail-Order Romance Read Online Free
Author: Anya Nowlan
happened so fast that she was still reeling. Warren had explained that, among other things, his little hometown had lately been having serious issues with electricity and cell reception, and he had driven all the way to another town so he could finally send her a message. Kacey’s heart had leaped when she saw the little blue box turn into a green one that night. She hadn’t realized how much she’d enjoyed talking to him before he’d disappeared.
God, I hope I’m doing the right thing.
***
The small plane she stumbled out of was little more than a puddle jumper. She’d been crammed in there with just one other passenger, and her suitcase had sat on her lap the entire trip. Kacey’s chestnut hair, formerly set in sexy curls, now stuck to her skin from the day of travelling. Her forest green blouse was wrinkled and kept pooching up under her breasts, and she felt like a sausage stuffed into a dress. All in all, she wasn’t exactly getting that sizzling sex kitten vibe she’d hoped to convey when meeting the man who had captured her attention (and very likely her heart) for the first time.
Kacey chewed nervously on her lower lip while teetering precariously on her high heels as she was helped out of the winged matchbox. The breeze was nice and cooling against her skin, the air fresh and clear. The airport was just a strip of paved runway with a small building to the side that seemed to double as a burger joint when there weren’t any planes flying in. She could see countless mountains on the horizon, high and majestic – nothing like the oppressing flatness of Texas. A wide smile spread on her red lips as she pulled out the retractable handle of her suitcase and started walking towards the building that her fellow passenger was already rushing for.
So far so good, Kacey told herself.
She only got about two steps further before she froze in place. A tall drink of water of a man was standing by the runway, a blue Dodge Ram as his backdrop. He wore a white V-neck tee that showed off his broad chest, the barest hint of a dark curl of hair visible at the collar. His worn blue jeans clung to him just right, and his strong, muscled arms were like logs. Kacey’s core twisted and pulsed with sudden excitement, her nervousness completely forgotten for a moment. Warren smiled at her, the slightly crooked, warm grin familiar to her from the few pictures he’d shared. Her heart melted.
“Hey there, stranger,” he said, his voice a deep baritone that rumbled through her and made her toes curl in her pumps.
“Hey,” she managed weakly.
He strode up to her, his long steps full of certainty. While Kacey was paralyzed by the moment, Warren seemed to be perfectly in control. He stopped in front of her, so close that every breath she took filled her lungs with his musky, delicious scent. Warren towered over her, and for the first time in a very long time, Kacey felt positively tiny next to a man. He was more than a head taller than her, even though she stood at a good 5’10’’, and while she was a small girl by no means, he made her look petite. Kacey’s sex slicked with need – an immediate physical reaction to a man just so damn sexy that there was no way in hell that she wouldn’t feel a tinge of desire for him.
He seemed to take her in with his eyes, and Kacey forgot to breathe for a second.
It’s him! It really is! He wasn’t some wild dream or an elaborate prank… And oh my god, he looks so good. I wonder if he’s disappointed by me? What if he doesn’t like me? A wave of uncertainty hit her like a punch in the gut. Fortunately, Warren wasn’t about to let her stew in her fears for a second too long.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, his words smooth like honey. His strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. She tipped her head back, lifting her chin up. Even if her thoughts weren’t catching up with her yet, her body knew exactly what she wanted.
God, I hope I’m doing the right thing.
***
The small plane she stumbled out of was little more than a puddle jumper. She’d been crammed in there with just one other passenger, and her suitcase had sat on her lap the entire trip. Kacey’s chestnut hair, formerly set in sexy curls, now stuck to her skin from the day of travelling. Her forest green blouse was wrinkled and kept pooching up under her breasts, and she felt like a sausage stuffed into a dress. All in all, she wasn’t exactly getting that sizzling sex kitten vibe she’d hoped to convey when meeting the man who had captured her attention (and very likely her heart) for the first time.
Kacey chewed nervously on her lower lip while teetering precariously on her high heels as she was helped out of the winged matchbox. The breeze was nice and cooling against her skin, the air fresh and clear. The airport was just a strip of paved runway with a small building to the side that seemed to double as a burger joint when there weren’t any planes flying in. She could see countless mountains on the horizon, high and majestic – nothing like the oppressing flatness of Texas. A wide smile spread on her red lips as she pulled out the retractable handle of her suitcase and started walking towards the building that her fellow passenger was already rushing for.
So far so good, Kacey told herself.
She only got about two steps further before she froze in place. A tall drink of water of a man was standing by the runway, a blue Dodge Ram as his backdrop. He wore a white V-neck tee that showed off his broad chest, the barest hint of a dark curl of hair visible at the collar. His worn blue jeans clung to him just right, and his strong, muscled arms were like logs. Kacey’s core twisted and pulsed with sudden excitement, her nervousness completely forgotten for a moment. Warren smiled at her, the slightly crooked, warm grin familiar to her from the few pictures he’d shared. Her heart melted.
“Hey there, stranger,” he said, his voice a deep baritone that rumbled through her and made her toes curl in her pumps.
“Hey,” she managed weakly.
He strode up to her, his long steps full of certainty. While Kacey was paralyzed by the moment, Warren seemed to be perfectly in control. He stopped in front of her, so close that every breath she took filled her lungs with his musky, delicious scent. Warren towered over her, and for the first time in a very long time, Kacey felt positively tiny next to a man. He was more than a head taller than her, even though she stood at a good 5’10’’, and while she was a small girl by no means, he made her look petite. Kacey’s sex slicked with need – an immediate physical reaction to a man just so damn sexy that there was no way in hell that she wouldn’t feel a tinge of desire for him.
He seemed to take her in with his eyes, and Kacey forgot to breathe for a second.
It’s him! It really is! He wasn’t some wild dream or an elaborate prank… And oh my god, he looks so good. I wonder if he’s disappointed by me? What if he doesn’t like me? A wave of uncertainty hit her like a punch in the gut. Fortunately, Warren wasn’t about to let her stew in her fears for a second too long.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, his words smooth like honey. His strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. She tipped her head back, lifting her chin up. Even if her thoughts weren’t catching up with her yet, her body knew exactly what she wanted.
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