Player Loves Curves Box Set #4-6 by Hope Ford
Serenity
He’sa perfect gentleman and has gone out of his way to make me comfortable. When we finished eating, he put his arm around me and walked me out to his car, ignoring all the photographers.
Once I gave him my address, he grabbed on to my hand and has held it since then. I look at our joined hands resting on the console and then up at him. “Why me?” I ask him before I can think better of it.
I can see his forehead crease even in the darkness of the car. When he gets to a red light, he turns toward me. “What do you mean?”
It was easier when he wasn’t looking at me. Now I can feel myself shrinking from him.
He must sense it because he squeezes my hand and faces the road, hitting the gas when the light changes. “I don’t understand the question. What do you mean why you?”
I shake my head. Really, do I have to spell it out for him? “Well, I mean, I saw you last night. Why aren’t you with any of the sexy, leggy supermodels from the party?”
He’s calm, running his thumb across mine. “I never hit on any of those women.”
“I know. I watched you.” I should be embarrassed to admit it, but it seems to make him happy because he smiles.
There’s a cockiness about him, but he’s also showing a little vulnerability when he asks, “You were watching me?”
I playfully pat his arm. “Yeah, me and every other woman at the party.” And even though the GPS is announcing we’re close, I point to my house. “That’s mine. Second house on the right.”
He pulls in, turns off his car, opens his mouth, closes it, and then tells me, “Stay right there.”
I watch as he walks around the front of the car and then opens the door for me. He helps me out of my seat, shuts the door and then leans me against it. He has one hand on each side of me, caging me in. His features are set, determined, like he’s got something on his mind. “So I only want to say it once. You’re right, there were women hitting on me last night. I won’t lie to you. Once I became a professional baseball player, women started throwing themselves at me, and yes, I could have taken one of them home with me. But I don’t want that. I have my mind set on the little curvy, sassy waitress that drives me crazy just with the stubborn tilt of her chin.”
I want to believe him, and when he takes a step closer to me, there’s no doubting his desire for me. I can feel it pressed into my belly. “But…”
He shakes his head, bending down until his lips are only a breath from mine. “There’s no buts. You, Serenity, are more extraordinary than I could ever imagine.” When his lips finally touch mine, it’s like all time has stopped. He cups my face, his finger stroking my cheek as he makes love to my mouth. When he pulls away, it’s only long enough for him to attach his lips to my neck. The moan comes out of me before I can stop it, but the way he’s touching me sets my whole body on fire.
I know he’s looking for sex and I want it too. I want it really bad as it turns out. I already am so attracted to him I can hardly breathe. He presses his leg between mine, lifting it a little, pressing into my core. I grab on to his arms and I know he feels my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he pushes harder. I curl my chin, resting my forehead on his hard chest. His hands are stroking up and down my back. God, I want to give in to him, but I know a one-night stand with him will leave me depressed and worthless for months. I can’t do that to myself.
But having his hands on my body as he continues to kiss me is making it really hard to think straight.
Finally gathering my senses, I put my hands on his chest and push away from him. He doesn’t let me go far. His hands are gripped tightly on to my hips as if he doesn’t want to let me leave.
Looking into his eyes, I almost cave. He’s so hot and he’s staring back at me with hooded eyes, but I can see everything he wants to do with me in that one look. Have mercy, I need strength. “I want you… There’s no doubt I want you. But I can’t do a one-night stand.”
I expect him to release me, tell me goodnight and it was nice knowing me, but he surprises me by pulling me closer.
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Dusty
I hold her to me,even though her body is stiff. I want her so much I’m afraid I’m going to rip through my slacks. She’s so real and pure and that sexy voice and her curves, it’s too much to walk away from.
My mother raised me better than to fuck a woman on a first date, but there’s no way she would be just some random, one-night fuck for me.
I pull back just enough to see her face and the doubt I see there stops me. I loosen my arms, but I can’t force myself to completely let her go. “I want..” I start, but she lowers her head.
“Look at me,” I say to her, trying to keep my voice calm and not scare her away.
She lifts her eyes and I can see every insecurity she has written on her face. There’s no way I could ever hurt her. “I want more than one night with you. Even if you turn me away tonight, I’ll come back tomorrow and the next day.”
She makes a whimpering needy sound that makes the rest of the blood drain from my brain to my dick. She lets go of me and I step back, trying to get myself under control. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door.”
Hand in hand, I walk beside her. I keep telling myself she needs more time and I’ll give it to her. Even if it fuckin’ kills me.
