His Curvy Best Friend - Curvy Girl Dating Agency

“Really, this old thing?” I twirled, showing off the yellow dress I’d chosen his morning, feeling bold and sexy.

Stone’s brown eyes darkened to almost black and he licked his lips. “Can’t wait to peel it off you.”

I shivered at his words, thinking of how deliciously sore my body felt from round after round of lovemaking with my best friend. It was more than I ever hoped, more than I ever dreamt of and it was all because of him. Stone. “Promises, promises.” I flashed a teasing smile and took a seat at the kitchen table before I fired up my laptop. “What smells so good in here?”

Stone looked up with a frown. “I thought it was you.”

“Ha-ha. Are you saying I smell like chicken?”

“No, butter,” he clarified with a laugh. “Roasted chicken and vegetables with my now famous mashed potatoes.”

“Famous? I guess this means I’ll be expected to put out tonight.”

Stone laughed. “Expected? No, but I do have my ways of making you want to put out.”

I felt my cheeks burn bright and by Stone’s laugh, I knew they were an embarrassing shade of bright red. “You’re turning me into a sex addict.”

Stone’s deep laughter grew louder as it bounced off the walls and covered the sizzling vegetables on the stove. “You’re welcome?”

“Not funny, Stone.”

He held up his thumb and forefinger, less than an inch apart. “Kind of funny, not to mention a guarantee of a fun night to come.” He wiggled his eyebrows in the universal sign for naughtiness and I couldn’t help but laugh. “If it helps, I’m pretty addicted to your body too. And those sexy little sounds you make when you really like what I’m doing.”

I always liked what he did, even when it made me blush. “Stone.”

“Oh yeah, when you moan my name, that does it for me too. I replay that sound in my head. A lot.”

“You do not!”

“Wanna bet? I might record it to play whenever I’m feeling down and need a boost.” Though his tone was joking, the look in his eyes was deadly serious and it sent a shiver through me.

“Stone.”

“You’ve been warned, woman. One more time and we’ll be eating cold dinner.” He flashed another heart stopping smile that I felt deep in my gut, followed quickly by warning bells that things were getting too good, too serious and entirely too soon. Were things this comfortable because we were best friends or because they just were?

“Cold dinner is no good,” I told him, my tone playful but serious. “It’s a good thing I have warmer setting on my oven.” I’d decided sometime last night when I fell asleep in Stone’s arms that I would stop questioning every little thing and enjoy it. At least I would try.

Before I could get to my feet, Stone was at my side and lifting me in the air, tossing me unceremoniously over his shoulder with a growl. “I love it when you tease me.” His big hand landed on my even bigger backside with a smack that sent tingles up and down my spine before they settled right between my thighs. “The timer is set so I’ll have to be quick.”

“Not too quick, I hope.” Teasing Stone was becoming my favorite past time. Okay, second favorite.

“You’ll pay for that but I promise you’ll like it.”

I had no doubt I would, because it seemed that Stone had the owner’s manual for exactly how to drive me out of my mind with passion. One flick of his tongue, one crook of his finger and I was little more than putty in his hands. Being intimate with him was unlike any other experience in the world because I was free to be me, free to ask for what I wanted without fear of being judged. If anything, I think Stone got a kick out some of my naughty requests, at least judging by the way his brown eyes darkened and his nostrils flared with desire. “That’s a pretty big promise Stone. Are you sure you’re up for it?” I looked up at him from where he’d deposited me on my bed and grinned.

He took the words as a challenge, just as I knew he would, but I was prepared to test his willpower today. “When it comes to you, babe, I’m always up.” His gaze slid down to where his erection strained against the zipper of his dark jeans and then met mine with a smirk. “Always.”

My nipples hardened at his words and when he stepped closer, I let out a gasp of anticipation. “I seem to remember something about tearing this dress off of me, or was that just a tease?”

Stone’s smile turned dark and hungry as he knelt on the bed and put his big capable hands on my body, searching for the zipper as his mouth sent waves of heat skittering across my skin. When he found the hidden zipper, the sound seemed to echo in the bedroom until it stopped, and he slowly tugged the dress off my body, revealing my surprise for him. “Shit, Soph. You trying to kill me?”