Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
The girl had hit me hard and fast. I’d never been so taken with a woman, especially not the first time I’d met her. As I fetched her one of my shirts, I caught her staring at my body. With each garment of clothing I discarded, Lia watched. I knew I looked good. Muscles and tattoos covered much of my torso and arms. There was also a tattoo covering my back that combined my service to my country, my community, and my club. I kept them above my sleeve line and below my collar so I could cover them when needed. I dropped my jeans, leaving me standing there in only my boxer briefs. By this time, Lia was staring openly, tilting her head like she was studying me.
When she realized I was watching her watch me, she turned away. Hiding as much as she could.
“Look at me all you want, baby. You need to get to know my body as much as I want to get to know yours.”
“I shouldn’t stare, though. Right?”
I spread my arms. “It’s yours. Stare at my body all you want. I like knowing you like what you see.”
With a shaking breath, Talia pulled her shirt over her head, then unfastened her shorts to let them slide down her slender hips. Never in my life would I have thought grannie panties could be sexy, but on her, they were like the finest silk lingerie. They weren’t baggy, thank God. Me finding baggy grannie panties sexy would be too pathetic for words. They were cut low on the leg and high on the waist, the material fitting close to her body. She wore a white sports bra to contain her small breasts, but she honestly didn’t need it. Her tits were barely small mounds, the nipples protruding proudly in an erotic display through the thick material.
Both of us stood there, looking at each other for a long while. Then Talia unzipped the front of her bra and dropped it at her feet. Her skin was porcelain perfection. The contrast between her skin and the inky blackness of her hair was startling. Made me want to taste. I knew I could happily lick every inch of her skin if she’d let me. Especially those little tits. I wanted to suck on those until my eyes rolled back in my head.
Talia left her panties on and crawled into bed, slipping under the covers and lying on her side to face me. I switched out the light and climbed in beside her. I pulled her into my arms so she lay with her head propped on my shoulder while my arms snaked around her, wrapping her up like I meant to keep her. Which I did. The really funny thing about it was, I wasn’t fighting it. I was embracing this desire to keep her and keep her close. In fact, there was something satisfying deep inside me that blossomed, took hold, and there was no way I was letting go.
She sighed and slid her hand over my chest to clutch the muscle there. I turned my head to brush a kiss on the top of her head. “That’s it, baby. Just relax. We’ll get through this together.”
“I know.” Her voice was almost too soft to hear, but I did. I gave her one more squeeze, then we lay still. I savored the feel of her breath fanning out over my chest. The way she clung to me. The way her scent wrapped around me was a kind of euphoria. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, and I’d met her less than twenty-four hours ago. Sure, I’d seen her when I took Linnie to music class, but I’d never had the pleasure of being close to her. Now she was in my arms. In my bed. If I had my way, this was where she was going to stay.
I always got my way.
* * *
Talia
I woke up needing the bathroom. It was pitch-dark in the room. Even the window didn’t filter any light through. Either there were blackout curtains over them, or it was still night. This wasn’t my room. I always left the bathroom light on and the door cracked. I hated the dark.
I whimpered a little as I tried to sit up, but a solid, warm weight held me down. A growl sounded beside my ear and I froze…
And everything came rushing back to me. My breathing quickened and my heart pounded as I remembered where I was and what had happened. I was in a strange man’s bed. He was holding me down. But he hadn’t hurt me. Right? He’d kissed me. Lord, he’d kissed me! But that had been it. He’d said everything would be up to me from now on. Did I believe him? I thought maybe I might. Gradually I settled. My body relaxed, and the panic evaporated.