Wanna Be Your Man (Player Loves Curves 4)

I look at her pretty pink toes, up her shapely legs and rounded hips. “Uh, I don’t really have a lot of spare time.” Standing up, I pull my shirt off. “It sure is hot. Do you want to take a swim?” I figure I need to get her off the topic of what I do, but I didn’t expect the reaction she gives me.

Her eyes get big as she glances at my chest. She’s staring at me and I almost look down at myself wondering if I have something on me. But when her eyes lift to mine, I see it. There’s desire in her eyes and she’s trying to hide it, but it’s clear to me. I contain my smirk and look at her questioningly. “What about it? Want to swim?”

She looks like she may say no, but when she says “sure” I want to do a fist pump in the air. Instead, I clear my throat. “There’s a small area down below you can change.”

She shakes her head. “It’s fine. I have my suit on already.”

I walk to anchor the boat, giving her space while she removes her clothes, but I can’t stop myself from looking over at her. She slides her khakis off first, and when she bends over, her back is to me and her round ass sticks out at me. I suck in a breath because she’s perfection. She whips off her top and before she turns around, I act like I’m busy securing the boat. When I do finally look at her, she’s standing self-consciously, her arms crossed across her middle. Her breasts are even bigger and more voluptuous than I thought. She’s soft in all the right places and I realize that I like her already a lot more than I should. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off her, but I know I need to. At least today. No doubt the charade of being her blind date won’t last forever.

2

Naomi

Neil is so sexy, fit and confident. He’s nothing like the guys my mom would usually pick for me. I swear when I thought about today, I was sure it would be a man that wanted to talk about his three ex-wives all night. I am a little surprised that he avoids answering what he does for a living, which maybe is his one downfall, because from everything else, the man is too good, too fit, too perfect.

He’s such a gentleman, even turning away so I could undress into my bathing suit. When he does finally look at me, the appreciative look he gives me makes me feel bold. I drop my arms and step to the side of the boat, ready to jump in. He grabs on to my arm, stopping me. “Not yet. Trust me, I don’t want to cover you up, but I do want you safe.” He reaches under a seat and hands me a life jacket.

I stare at him in awe. Is this guy for real? He holds the jacket out for me and I slip my arms through the holes. He turns me to him and tightens it around me, buckling the straps together. His musky, clean scent fills my nose and I can’t help but think there has to be something wrong with this guy.

He holds on to my jacket and I look up at him. He looks deep in thought, and I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. He has that look about him. And just as I’m questioning myself, if I’m really going to let him, he releases his hold on me. I try not to let my disappointment show.

“Am I good now?” I ask him as he tightens his own jacket.

“Yeah, you’re good,” he says, and the deep timbre of his voice tells me he’s talking about more than just my life jacket. I turn away from him and jump into the lake, because he’s right: suddenly, I’m really hot right now.

I come up out of the water just as he jumps in. I swim away, trying to put some distance between us, but it isn’t long before he comes up right behind me.

He continues our conversation from before. “So, what do you like to do with your time off?”

I ignore the fact that he never answered me. “I like to read and travel. I don’t have a lot of free time. Even when I’m out of school for the day, there’s still papers to grade and lesson plans. I do travel in the summers, though.”

“Who do you travel with?” He’s treading water beside me, looking at me expectantly.

“Well, I usually go by myself. Sometimes I have a friend go with me, but she’s with someone now, so I don’t know if she’ll get to go this summer,” I tell him before leaning back and pushing away from him. The waves keep bringing us closer and closer and before I reach out for him, I know I should put some more distance between us. When I right myself and we’re a few feet apart, I ask him, “Do you like to travel?”