Making Her Mine (Player Loves Curves 1)

He asked me what I want to do. I should run. I should go and never look back. But that’s not what I want. What I want just cooked me breakfast and is now drying the dishes. What I want took care of getting my car fixed. I hand over the last dish and turn to him. “What do you want to do?”

I’m looking him right in the eye. He sets the plate down on the counter and then reaches for my hands. He pulls me to him until I’m flat against his chest. “I really like you, Trinity.”

Whatever I thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that. But his words cover me like a soft, warm blanket. “I like you too.”

He leans down and as soon as his lips touch mine, it hits me. My life will never be the same. I thought I was living, but whatever that was wasn’t living. This is almost like I’m flying and I have my whole life before me. His hands go around my waist and he pulls me in even closer to him. My mouth opens and he deepens the kiss. The taste of him on my tongue filtrates my system and I gasp, pulling away from him. “Oh my,” I say with my hand over my mouth.

8

Trinity

He’s breathing hard and he’s staring back at me with wild eyes. “I want to be a gentleman with you, but I want to tell you everything that’s in my head. Everything I want to do to you.”

His words sink in and I know exactly what he means. “I want that. Tell me.”

His hands tighten on my hips. “Are you sure? Are you ready for that?”

Now’s my chance. I can run if I still want to. And the Trinity from yesterday would do just that. But not the me today. “I’m sure.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. He bends over and picks me up, cradling me in his arms. I wait for him to grimace or make a face at my weight, but he doesn’t. He just stares back at me with heat in his eyes.

With my arms wrapped around his neck, I tell him, “I would say I’m too heavy to carry, but you seem like you’re all right, and I have to admit I like being in your arms.”

He starts walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs, without even breathing heavily. “You’re definitely not too heavy. But it’s good to know, because I like having you in my arms.”

He walks us into his bedroom, kicking the door closed and leaving Max in the hallway. He sets me down on my feet next to the bed. He must see the hesitancy in my face, because his hand brushes my cheek lightly. “You okay? You don’t have to do this. I can wait.”

Instantly, I shake my head side to side. “I want to. I don’t want to wait, but there’s something you need to know.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and I lose my train of thought. His muscles ripple and the little hair he has on his hard belly leads down into his shorts. Shaking the dirty thoughts that are filling my ahead away, I look up into his eyes.

His forehead is creased in worry. “What is it?”

I clinch my eyes together tightly. “I’m, uh, well, this is my first time.”

He takes a step back from me and I wish I hadn’t said anything, but I figured he had a right to know. I fill the gap between us, touching my hands to his chest. He covers mine with his own, almost like he’s wanting to hold me still against him.

“I don’t want to wait… not anymore. But if that—me—is not what you want, I understand.”

His hand touches my chin, tilting my head backwards until I’m looking into his eyes. “There’s no doubt about it. I want you, Trinity. But I need you to be sure. Once I have you, there’s no going back.”

In answer, I slide my hands down his hard stomach and grip the button of his shorts, undoing them. I slowly unzip him, sliding my hand down the front of his shorts. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m letting my instincts lead me. I just know that I want to touch him, to feel him in my hand.

I can barely wrap my hand around his girth, but when I touch him, he sucks in a breath. He reaches down, cupping my hand in his and holding me to him. He takes a ragged breath and then pulls my hand free of him.

“I’m barely hanging on.” He undresses me slowly, his hands touching me everywhere. Before I know it, I’m standing before him naked. Every place on my body he looks at, he touches. His rough fingers ignite pleasure sensors all across my body.