“I’m not. I bake all day, and it’s hard to not taste them, and it’s quality control. I cut back as much as I can, but I’ll never be model skinny. I never have been. That’s just not who I am.”
“Babe, I don’t want you to be anyone but you. Model skinny is overrated. I love your curves.” To prove it to her, I let my hand roam, tracing said curves while my eyes remain locked on hers. I want to watch the path my hand is traveling. I want to memorize every inch of her, but there’s time for that. Right now, I need her to know she’s here because I fucking crave her. All of her.
Her eyes are closed, and her bottom lip quivers. That doesn’t stop me. No, it fuels me to show her how I see her, how every red-blooded man in the damn city sees her. I’ve walked into the bakery on more than one occasion to find some asshole chatting up my girl. I won’t stop until she sees herself as I do.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her. Her eyes blink open slowly, and her reply is a subtle nod. “You hold the power, Aurora. If you want me to stop, I will.” Another nod. That’s all I need to explore her. To lavish her body with the reverence she deserves. “Sit up for me,” I whisper. She hesitates for a few seconds before sitting up, her hazel eyes watching me intently. “Lift your arms for me.”
More hesitation.
“You can say no, but I want to see you. All of you.”
She pulls in a deep breath and slowly raises her arms over her head. I jump into action, sliding my T-shirt up her body and over her head, dropping it to the floor. She’s still wearing her bra and panties, and although I want her naked, I know I need to take this slow. “Lie back,” I instruct. This time there is no hesitation as she lies back on the pillows.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t know where to start.” My eyes roam over her. My mouth waters at the vision before me. Gingerly, I climb back on the bed and settle next to her. Propping my head up with my elbow, I keep one hand on her as I explore her curves.
“Your skin is so soft,” I say reverently—my hand traces across her ribs and back to her hip. “You doing okay?” I ask. It’s important that she feels like she has a choice in this. I don’t know what kind of backstory she’s hiding from me, so I have to take all options into consideration.
“I’m okay.”
That’s my green light. I shuffle, moving down the bed. Tentatively, I lean over and place a kiss on her belly, causing her to suck in a breath. I peer up at her, and she gives me a small nod. My lips go back to her skin, and I kiss her, everywhere her skin is exposed. My cock is hard as steel, but I ignore him. This is about her. She needs to know her value. My lips trail up her body. When I reach her breasts, I move to settle between her thighs. I need to be closer to her. My lips find her hard nipples easily through the material of her bra, and I suck gently, causing her back to arch off of the bed.
“You with me?” I ask, my breath hot against her neck. I don’t wait for a reply as I lick and nip at her neck, making my way to her mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper before my lips connect with hers. She opens for me immediately as I push past her lips. Her hands grip my hair as she gives as much as I take. I grind my cock that’s still covered with pajama pants and my boxer briefs against her pussy.
“Oh,” she moans, lifting her hips.
I smile against her lips as I continue to explore her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, taking what she wants, what she needs. I kiss her until we’re both breathless and overcome with need and desire for one another.
“There isn’t a single inch of you that I don’t crave. When I say I want you, Aurora Steele, I mean all of you. Does this feel like the cock of a man who thinks you’re not sexy?” I ask.
“I—” She immediately clamps her mouth shut.
“No, don’t do that. Don’t sensor yourself. Not with me. Hell, not with anyone. Tell me what you want, baby. No matter what it is, I’ll give it to you.” I move next to her, resting on my side. She mimics me so we’re facing one another. “Tell me,” I whisper, resting my palm against her cheek.
“I want—” She stops and swallows hard.