Page 83 of His Curvy Distraction

“Sounds good,” I said, putting my hand in his and letting him help me off the bed.

“Good.” He smiled, then grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

Holy shit, I was a convert. Sinking into those seats, and feeling the rumble of the engine was enough to have me wondering if I’d been missing something my whole life. Then Omar opened it up on the back roads, and damn, I understood the appeal.

“Wow,” I breathed when Omar slowed down and pulled into a parking lot. “I might have to insist you take me out in this car again someday, Mr. Mayor.”

He laughed, a cautious, wary laugh. “Back to Mr. Mayor?”

“I’m just teasing you. But this car is amazing.”

“I agree.” He put the car in park and let out a breath. “I’m glad you enjoyed this.”

I nodded, turning toward him in my seat. “I did. I never thought I would, but I get why you love this.”

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you for letting me take you for a drive.”

“Is this how you used to get girls in high school?” I teased him.

He laughed. “Not exactly. I was pretty nerdy and didn’t get a lot of dates in high school. I wasn’t really interested in girls for a long time, and when I finally was, I was the nerdy, dorky kid no one wanted to date.”

“Aw. I can’t see that, though. You’re too…” I waved my hand at him. “Too sexy.”

He smirked. “You think I’m sexy?”

I scoffed. “I mean, you do have some appeal.”

He laughed. “Thank you.”

I leaned across the console, smiling when he met me in the middle for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated and the windows to fog up.

“I think we should go back to your house,” I whispered against his lips.

“You read my mind,” he said.

The drive back to his place was much faster than the drive out there.

Waking up in a strange bed with a hand on my stomach was not a regular occurrence for me. When I stretched, and his hand moved, I had a moment of panic before I remembered where I was and why someone else was there.

Then I smiled.

My body ached in places it hadn’t ached for a very long time. And my heart clenched at the memories of our night.

Omar Knight was quickly becoming so much more than I thought he would ever be. I wanted to protect myself from him, keep my distance and remember we would never work, but every moment we spent together had me hoping I was wrong.

When we got back from our drive, we left a trail of clothes from the garage to his bed. We were frantic and passionate. He held my hand and my gaze as he plunged into me and the whole time he made both of us come.

After, he tucked me under his chin and held me close as our breathing slowed and our skin cooled. The next time he slid into me, it was slow but no less passionate. I’d never had a lover who could make me come every way he touched me. Who could send me to the edge with a look.

Who I had a strong suspicion I was falling in love with.

“You’re thinking very loudly over there,” he whispered, alerting me that he was awake while my thoughts raced through my head.

“Sorry,” I said.

He tugged me closer, moving to meet me in the middle of his bed. His hand circled my waist. He kissed my shoulder. His erection nestled against my butt. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Are you regretting last night?”

“No,” I said quickly, turning to face him. “Not even a little.”

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