Page 77 of His Curvy Distraction

I scooped her up and turned toward the bedroom.

“Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I shook my head. “Nope. You said I’m fit and gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to drag you to my bed since those words left your beautiful lips.”

“I hope it’s close.”

I growled and stomped through the house, kicking the door closed behind us a second later. “Very close.”

I eased her body down, holding her tight until her feet touched the floor. Her hands relaxed on my neck and slid around to my chest. She opened the top button of my shirt.

“Natalie,” I groaned.

She kissed the skin she exposed, then opened another button. And another, and another, kissing my bare skin with each button she opened.

When she opened the last button, she looked up at me from her knees.

“That night I fell into you, I was so embarrassed. I looked up at you and wanted to melt into the floor.”

“I wanted to yank you to your feet and never let anyone ever touch you again.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“You were beautiful. Still are. I hated that you were hurt. If that guy hadn’t taken our picture, I’m not sure what I would have done.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have no idea the way you make me feel. The day I came to the community center to meet with you?—”

“I made it awkward. I’m sorry for that.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No, beautiful. You didn’t make anything awkward. I did. I wanted to kiss you that day. I wanted to sit there all day and listen to you talk about kids and how passionate you were about the rec center.”

“You ran out like I scared you off.”

“Ha, no. I ran out because I couldn’t control myself around you. I had to get away or risk you suing me for sexual harassment.”

“I wouldn’t have done that.”

“You would have had grounds for it.”

“And now?”

I sucked in a breath. “I hope this is consensual.”

She kissed my stomach and licked around my belly button.

I groaned and resisted the urge to thread my fingers into her long hair and hold her there. I needed to know she was on board with what was happening.

“It’s definitely consensual, Omar. I want to be here. And I want to feel you inside me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since we were trapped at the campground.”

“Neither have I.”

She slowly raised to her feet, kissing my chest on her way up. Who would have thought quiet, awkward Natalie Edwards was secretly a seductress?

I lifted her chin, bringing her lips up so I could claim them with mine. She parted them, licking my lips as my brain fought to keep up with her.

I groaned and thrust my tongue into her mouth, pulling her close. The feel of her top against my bare chest reminded me she was still fully clothed. I needed to do something about that.

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