Hungry for Her Curves (BBW Alpha Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romantic Erotica)

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Authors: Sierra Wolf
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Paranormal, Adult, Shifter
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mug of coffee with a half-eaten croissant on his plate. Lily hurried
over to him with a carafe, refilling his coffee, and I heard her
high-pitched giggle as she left him to his breakfast.
    I peeked up surreptitiously to study
the stranger. His eyes were focused in on me like lasers, the gold of
the iris surrounded by a deep amber ring, wide and intense. I started
when I realized he had been staring at me first, but after several
moments he had still not broken eye contact.
    His face was sculpted beneath a mop of
black curls, his lips pillowy and curved in a smirk. His gaze didn't
waver even as he raised the mug to his lips. I leaned against the
counter, my own stare growing bolder as this stranger and I sized
each other up.
    He was built like a tank, his muscular
forearms gleaming with fine hair, his chest as broad as an ox with
the muscles clearly outlined beneath his shirt. I found my gaze was
shamelessly dipping downwards from there and pulled my eyes back up,
ignoring the faint flush in my cheeks. His smirk grew broader as his
eyes ran lazily over my body, lingering on my abundant cleavage and
wide hips. Warmth flooded through me as his eyes flicked back up to
mine, conveying a clear message: he definitely liked what he saw.
    He couldn't be a native of Foggy
Hollow; I had never seen him before in my life. I felt Lily at my
shoulder as he toasted me with his coffee mug, flashing a white grin
before returning to his paper.
    It took all of my willpower to tear my
eyes away from him and look at my sister. She raised her eyebrows at
me excitedly.
    “His name is Cade Bishop,”
she muttered under her breath. “New foreman down at the quarry.
He hasn't been in here in awhile, I was wondering if he'd left
already.”
    “Does he have a girlfriend?”
I allowed my voice to carry clearly across the room.
    “No,” he called back, and I
shivered pleasantly at the playful flash of those golden eyes. There
was a promise in them, a feral sort of gleam that was completely
unfamiliar and totally enthralling.
    I
knew this wasn't the last I'd see of him.

Chapter 2

    The next few days I found myself overly
excited to get to the bakery in the morning, my head jerking around
every time I heard the bell ring. By noon Lily was rolling her eyes,
telling me it looked like I'd developed a tic.
    “You're like one of Pavlov's
dogs,” she sighed, carrying a tray of rolls to the oven.
“Without the drooling. Although I doubt that's far behind.”
I punched her lightly in the arm, but she was right. My desperation
to see Cade again was getting ludicrous.
    I finally got my wish as evening fell
three days later, while I was carefully wiping down the glass cases.
The bell tinkled and I turned my head, already dismissing the
latecomer as another customer, but Cade took up the entire doorway,
his shoulders broad enough to brush each side, with his eyes focused
directly on me.
    I realized I was completely bent over
in front of the case, my ass in full view for him. He grinned at me,
flashing those perfect teeth as he approached.
    “It's a bit soon, don't you
think?” he asked. “I like to take a girl on a date
first.”
    I straightened up, my ears bright red
with embarrassment. “What makes you think there'll be a date?”
    Of course there would be, if he asked.
But any clever comebacks I could've said had completely fallen out of
my head, and I wanted to save a little face.
    “Well...” he whispered, the
ghost of a smirk on his lips. He smelled purely masculine, a heady
mix of leather, sweat, and spicy cologne. It made me flush all over,
my stomach filling with warmth. “I have a car waiting outside
for a special lady, and she happens to be standing...right...here.”
    With every word he took a step closer,
until he was close enough for me to feel his body heat washing over
my skin. The rock-hard solidity of him took my breath away, like
standing in front of a mountain that hummed with barely-suppressed
tension. The warmth in my stomach

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