Curvy Girl's Secret - Dating Agency - Page 9

“With tons of muscles,” he added on a smile that matched my own, and my feet began to move once again, not stopping until my hands were laid flat on his chest and I could feel his heart thundering against my palms. “Olive,” he groaned and I could hear the anguish of arousal in that one word, what’s more I could relate.

My body was on fire. No, not on fire. I was ready to explode with how badly I wanted Liam, how much I wanted touch him and kiss him, to feel his big hard body pressed up against mine. My hands slid down his chest and over six hard ridges until my fingertips rested on the inside of his waistband. “Touch me, Liam. I want you to.” When he hesitated, I took one hand and put it low on my hip and then I took the other and put it on my chest. “Touch me Liam. Please.”

Something flickered in his gaze and I prepared myself for rejection. For the decent guy letdown, telling me I was a great girl but. Instead, Liam’s hand tightened on my hip and he hauled me close until our bodies were pressed together tightly. The thumb on his other hand brushed over a hard nipple and I gasped.

Liam smiled and then he kissed me. I kissed him back, long and hard, determined to enjoy every single second of my night with the SEAL.LiamThe sky was still dark when I opened my eyes, slightly disoriented in the unfamiliar surroundings. As a sailor and then a SEAL, I was used to waking up before the sun in a place that wasn’t my own home, but the difference this time was the soft, warm, feminine body pressed up against mine.

Olive.

I had been seduced by the perpetual good girl, Olive Jensen. It wasn’t artful or skilled, but the lingerie holding her curves had done half the job on its own. Her shy boldness had done the rest, not to mention her assurances that she wouldn’t fall for me. I sighed and thought about her ex with a smile. Frigid? The bastard didn’t know what he was missing because the prim and proper etiquette expert was as hot as they came. She was giving and adventurous. And dammit, she’d been fun.

Olive stirred beside me, whispering to herself. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She sat up quickly and I opened my eyes, catching an eyeful of creamy, meaty tits jiggling slightly from her quick movements.

“Good morning sunshine.” She looked like a nervous filly ready to sprint at any moment and I braced myself for the morning after regrets. They happened to us all, but it had been a good long while since a woman regretted inviting me to her bed.

Olive swallowed and rubbed a lazy hand to brush her hair from her face. She looked at my face and let her gaze slowly track down my bare chest and then further to where the sheet covered the rest of my naked body. “Good, uh morning, Liam.”

“You all right?” I tried to keep the amusement from my voice but she looked so damn perplexed and I found it adorable, which was damn annoying. I didn’t find women adorable. They were hot or sexy or gorgeous, never adorable.

“Yeah,” she said on a sigh. “I, uh, I think so. So last night…that wasn’t a dream?”

My brows rose. “You dream of me often,” I asked with a smirk.

“No,” she admitted with a reluctant smile. “But after last night that might change for a while.” She laughed at my shock. “Spank bank material, isn’t that what you guys call it?”

There was too much to unpack in all those words and I froze. Theoretically I wanted every woman I pleased to dream about me, but the reality of that was terrifying. “Um,” I said and swallowed. Hard.

Olive laughed. “Kidding, well not really because if that wasn’t a dream then it was pretty spectacular. But it’s just spank bank material because you don’t want what I do and I know that.” I must not have looked convinced because Olive leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’re not in any danger from me, Liam. I swear.”

Women said that all time but the only thing that would determine if she was lying to me or to herself, was time. “Good to know.”

She looked nervous but when Olive pulled back, she wore a nervous smile that put me on edge. “Thank you for last night, Liam. Really. It was great, for me anyway, and you made me feel like I was scorching hot. Desirable. Not prude or frigid.”

“You’re not either of those things, so get that shit out of your head right now,” he growled. “You were, you are smoking hot Olive. Own it and the world will see it too.”

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