Page 29 of Cupid Loves Curves

“Exactly like that.” Her back nestles perfectly against my chest, and the subtle shift of her hips sends a jolt straight through me. My cock hardens as her luscious ass presses against my body. This is dangerous. There’s no way she doesn’t know how hard I am right now.

The pinball machine lights flash, and I can tell she’s focused on the game, but I’m focused on the soft sighs escaping her lips each time I trace my fingers across her hips, a little more pressure each time.

“Who knew pinball could get so... intense?” Her tone teases as she racks up points. And God, if the friction of her against me isn’t the sweetest torture.

“Guess it’s all about who you play with.” My hands find their way to the front of her hips and I could swear I feel the heat rolling off from between her luscious thighs. Fuck. I want to get on my knees for her and worship her.

“Your turn,” she says, stepping aside, but not before brushing against me in a way that threatens to push me over the edge.

“Watch and learn.” I step up to the machine, feeling her gaze on me just as keenly as I felt her body moments ago. The flippers snap under my control, metal on metal ringing out like a challenge. But the real challenge is standing beside me. When I take my eyes off the game for a second because I need to look at Jessica again, the silver ball slams into the gutter. “Dammit.”

“Looks like you’re losing your edge, Foster.” Jessica’s laugh rings through the din of the arcade, and it’s the only sound I care about.

“Game’s not over yet.” I grin.

“True. But when it is, I think you’ll owe me a victory drink.” Her hip bumps mine as she takes her position to play again, ready to take over.

“Only if you win.” The challenge is back, laced with the promise of what could come after.

“Isn’t that the point?” she quips, her blue eyes flickering with invitation.

I swallow hard, glancing up at our scores. My focus is shot to hell. I’m supposed to be teaching her how to play, but all I can think about is the curve of her hips under my hands and the softness of her ass pressing against my throbbing cock.

“Ah, but look there—” Jessica points at the flashing lights signaling a bonus round, and it’s all the opening she needs to spin around, facing me. She arches her body so that she’s pressed against me completely, and I can’t help the groan that escapes from my mouth. This woman…

“Got any tips for the next round?” Her question is loaded, her body language screaming volumes.

“Keep your eyes on the prize,” I respond, my voice steady despite the passion raging inside me.

“Show me how to win, Luke,” she whispers, and the double entendre isn’t lost on either of us. Her eyes are full of heat, a lusty promise that sends a surge of longing straight to my cock.

“Winning isn’t everything,” I say, but my hands betray me, gravitating toward the softness of her hips. I steady her gently, my touch light, but I’m not planning to let her go.

“Maybe not,” she concedes, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “But I’d rather win than lose.”

I fight the urge to taste her lips and find out if her kiss is as sweet and sultry as I remember. Every part of me screams to claim her, not to lose her like I did before. I still can’t wrap my head around tonight – it’s like our past didn’t happen, but we both know it did.

“Careful, Jessica,” I warn, my throat tight, “You might just get what you’re asking for.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” Her words hang between us, a lusty invitation if I’ve ever heard one.

But as much as I want her, as much as this moment is everything I’ve fantasized about, a whisper of doubt keeps me anchored. Is this the thrill of the game, or is there something real behind those irresistible blue eyes?

“Jess,” I murmur, and there’s no more room for hesitation.

My fingers brush through the silk of her dark hair, and I lean in, drawn by some magnetic force I can’t control. Our lips crash together in a passionate kiss that feels like the first real breath after being underwater for too long.

“Finally,” she breathes against my mouth, the word barely a whisper. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, sealing every inch of space between us. “I thought you’d never kiss me.”

The world narrows to the sensation of her curvy body pressed against mine and her warmth seeping into my bones. The intensity of our connection sets off fireworks behind my closed eyelids, each burst brighter than the last.

“God, Luke,” she moans softly.

I taste the desire in her name for me, sweet and intoxicating. “Jess,” I groan, my voice rough with need. With every beat of my heart, I want her more—need her more.

“Is this okay?” I manage to ask between kisses because even now, I need to know she’s with me, that this isn’t just a spark but a flame that could burn for a lifetime.

“More than okay. It’s perfect,” she assures me, her smile bright enough to chase all my shadows away.

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