Page 43 of Curvy Love

“Okay, but I don’t want our first time to be in my office.”

“Can we go somewhere else? My sister probably isn’t home.”

“Come home with me,” he murmurs.

I lean back to look at him.

“I don’t want to fuck you for the first time on my office couch. I want you laid out on my bed where I can take my time. I want to taste every curve, every tempting inch of your skin.” His words are low and heated, but not rushed, controlled and even. “I want to take my time, fucking you slowly, from the front at first so I can make you come. I want to see the pleasure on your face as you come for the first time on my cock. Then I want to flip you over and fuck you hard from behind.”

Wow. Brilliant, hot and a filthy mouth. This man is a goddamn unicorn. I swallow hard and manage to nod because the man has just stolen every word from my mouth. Much like he’s stolen my heart.

chaptersixteen

Ezra

It took another fifteen minutes for the lockdown to end and then I was able to get Paisley down to the parking garage and into my car. We’re nearly to my house and neither of us have spoken. I can’t help but wonder if she’s regretting anything that’s happened between us today.

I pull into my driveway and directly into the garage. Then we’re enclosed in the car in the darkness. I get out and the overhead light comes on. Paisley steps out of the car with my assistance and I lead her into my house.

When we get inside I turn to her. “Do you want something to drink or anything?”

She shakes her head, and bites down on her lip.

“I want you to know this isn’t a booty-call. You mean something to me,” I say.

“You, too.”

“Do you want the tour now or to just go to the bedroom.”

“Bedroom now, tour later.”

I chuckle, then pull her in the direction of my room. “Have I told you how amazing you look in that dress?”

“No.”

“Last night, when I first saw you across the room, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But today you just,” I look down at her lush curves on full display in the retro dress. “You look like a fucking dream.”

Her smile widens and my heart palpitates like she’s got a wire hooked directly to my organ.

I grip her biceps and turn her to face me. “Pretty girl, I need you to know that we don’t have to do this right now. I can wait. I want you, not fucking denying that, but I can wait if we’re moving too fast for you.”

“Not too fast. I want you, Ezra. More than I’ve wanted something in a very long time.”

I nod and walk her the rest of the way to my bedroom.

I see my room for the first time as she glances around. She stands and stares at my California king bed, heavy wooden headboard and all white bedding.

“You don’t like color very much, do you?” she asks.

“I don’t spend a lot of time in here other than sleeping. I wanted something soothing.”

She spins to face me. “I don’t actually care about your bedding. I’m nervous.”

I go to her, put my hands on her curvy hips. “Why? You know me. I’ve already seen you come.”

Her cheeks pinken and she looks down.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re gorgeous when you come.” I reach around and cup her plump ass and squeeze lightly. “Why are you nervous?”

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