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loose and gently cupped, over each breast in turn, before moving down her belly
toward the vee of her thighs.
    Felicia stopped breathing. She closed her eyes and prayed
that he wouldn’t notice the telltale stretch marks or be repulsed by the soft
roundness of her belly.
    But when his gentle touch found the soft curls at the vee of
her legs, all thinking stopped.
    The finger slid inside and Felicia gasped.
     
    Garrett had never seen such a beautiful sight as the woman
standing vulnerable and trembling before him. He didn’t care about the flaws he
knew were probably there. He only saw the beauty he knew she didn’t appreciate.
    The soft, creamy skin, the gentle rounding at breasts, hips,
and belly that differentiated the female form from the male form. The rounded
edges versus the hard angles made him rigid and eager to bury himself in her
moist heat.
    He’d dated prodigiously since becoming old enough to date.
He was twenty-seven years old and he thought he understood women pretty well.
He knew that women tended to obsess about their perceived faults and completely
miss the things that made them beautiful.
    Young women starved themselves to get rid of the things that
made them look like women. Much to their chagrin, older women were unable to
rid themselves of the soft curves nature wanted them to have.
    Garrett agreed with nature. Women should be soft and curvy.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he told the woman standing before
him.
    She closed her eyes, sighing as he touched her.
     
    His voice was filled with reverence. It was soft and husky
with need.
    Felicia took a breath for the first time in what felt like
hours. She shook her head and opened her mouth, feeling the irrational need to
point out her flaws. She didn’t want him acting under some misconception of
her. That would be too hard to live up to.
    He stopped her with a finger on her lips. “Yes. You are
beautiful. Every last inch of you.” He replaced the finger with his lips.
    Felicia started to believe.
    She started to believe that what they were trying to do was
possible.
    She started to believe she had something to offer the young,
gorgeous man who was wrapped around her at that moment.
    She started to believe that she maybe she was beautiful.
    Garrett lowered her to the bed and covered her body with his
own. His kisses were intense, filled with need. Felicia was drawn into his intensity
as lust stabbed through her, turning her stomach to jelly and making her thighs
quiver with need.
    Garrett’s tongue tangled with hers, swept hungrily across
her lips, and then slid down to lap gently at her throat. Felicia moaned and
reached for his jeans, trying to tug them off. He chuckled, pulling back. “Not
just yet, Lissy. I promised you chocolate.”
    Felicia sat up, leaning on her elbows. She gave him a
questioning look. “What are you up to?”
    Garrett just laughed and left the room.
    Felicia heard the microwave door slam and a series of beeps.
He padded into the room a few moments later, holding a brown plastic bottle in
a towel. He set it down on the bedside table and removed his jeans. Then he
stripped off the Road Runner and he was standing before her wearing only a wide
grin.
    He was perfect. Wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and
met narrow hips which flowed into long, muscular legs. The dark-gold hair on
his chest matched the triangle of golden curls around his cock.
    His beautiful long, hard cock. Felicia licked her lips.
    “Lie back while I serve dessert.”
    Garrett shook the bottle and opened the nozzle, squirting a
bit onto one finger to test the temperature. Felicia watched as he climbed onto
the bed and knelt over her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a tender,
emotionally charged kiss before sitting back on his heels again.
    Felicia tried not to stare at the heavy package bouncing
around in front of her, but it was too big a temptation. She was distracted
when something thick and warm was drizzled over first one nipple