His Curvy Enemy - Curvy Girl Dating Agency

And that was how Oliver March ended up sitting on my sofa with his shoes off, legs crossed at the ankles, a second scotch in his left hand.

I must be crazy.

“Second thoughts?”

And thirds. And fourths. “None. You?”

His lips twitched. “Nothing but anticipation.” Oliver smacked the seat beside him and his smile widened. “Come have a seat, Eva. I promise not to bite until you ask.”

“So sure I will?”

“Not sure, no. Let’s call it hopeful.” Oliver raised his glass and flashed a sexy grin. “To getting to know each other better.”

Our glasses touched and I took a long slow sip from mine, playing out the inevitable ending to this evening. All the signs were present between us, nonstop flirting, giggling, lingering looks and touches. If we drew any closer on the sofa, I’d be in his lap, my lips glued to his.

“Tell me.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Tell me what you were thinking that put that look and that blush on your face.”

I felt heat stain my cheeks but I refused to touch them, to let him even know I believed his words. “I was just thinking that this is, objectively speaking, a good first date.”

Oliver turned to face me and beamed a gorgeous, if cocky, smile my way. “Then you know what this requires? A good first date celebratory kiss.”

I laughed at his utter ridiculousness, willing to admit only to myself that I was thoroughly charmed. “That would be the appropriate thing to do, wouldn’t it?”

Oliver nodded as he leaned in, and his smile grew bigger. Wider. It disappeared completely before I closed my eyes and waited for the feel of his lips against my own. Ah, there it was. The man was an excellent kisser and in just a few seconds, I was completely under his spell. Succumbing to his kiss as if it was nothing at all. I should have been ashamed at how easily I caved and flung my arms around his neck, pulling him close.

Hungry for more.

That one little move was all it took for things to spiral completely and totally out of control. Oliver growled and pressed against me until I was laid out on the sofa, his big, hard body pressed right up against mine. His hips ground against me as he deepened the kiss, one hand fisting in my hair and the other gripping my hip like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Me.

It was a silly thought and I knew that, but when a man made your body feel the way Oliver made me feel, you gave in. You tossed in the towel and gave up the pretense of resistance and you let yourself feel.

I let myself… go.

Oliver’s lips went from my mouth to my jaw to my earlobe and down my neck before his tongue swiped across the pulse racing at the base of my throat. His hands kneaded my hips while his body ground against mine, making me hungry for more, for the exact thing we were heading toward, full steam ahead.

“Eva,” he growled in my ear and nipped at the lobe. “You taste even better than you look, and you look fucking hot. This dress,” he said as his hands slid against my thighs, bringing the red lace higher and higher until the red panties were revealed. “Fuck, you’re tryin’ to kill me.”

My head fell against the sofa and I laughed. “Not trying, no. But if you did, I want you to know I’d take it as the highest compliment.”

Oliver laughed this time, and the deep rumbling sound vibrated against my chest, sending shivers from head to toe. “Good to know. Oh, fuck.” His fingers slipped between my thighs and between the fabric that covered my hot, wet sex. “So fucking wet.”

I was wet, almost embarrassingly so, and if Oliver’s fingers weren’t playing me like I was the world’s finest violin, I might have been mortified at how turned on I was. But I wasn’t. I was greedy—I wanted more. “Oliver, please.”

“Oh, she begs!” His smile was almost devious and I didn’t care, not when he added another finger to the orchestra, playing me like a finely tuned instrument. “Let’s hear some more.” Arrogant bastard that he was, Oliver pressed his thumb to my clit through the panties and fixed his lips on that spot on my neck.

“Oh goodness, yes! Yes, Oliver!” I felt like a cat in heat, hot and wild and out of control, the only thing I could think about was pleasure. My own pleasure. “Yes!”

“What a beautiful sound!” His smile was proud and satisfied, happy that he was the one who made those sounds come from my body. I wanted to wipe that smug look off his handsome face but he’d earned it, and I was too close to the promised land to back out now.

“Oliver, please. Yes… right… there. Oh… yes!” My eyes drifted shut and my body was strung tight as the orgasm coursed through me like a tidal wave, slow at first and finishing with a final shudder that nearly broke my back. Later, I might be a little ashamed of how I behaved, but right now, I felt happy and loose-limbed, satisfied and aroused as hell.