buttons.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her throat strangled by excitement and fear. Was this actually happening? Or was she suffering some terrible illness that was eating her brain and she was just hallucinating because honestly, this sort of thing didn’t happen to girls like her, right? Logic told her that she was dreaming but Bronx’s fingers felt pretty damn real on her buttons and she could smell the spicy scent of his skin, practically feel the heat from his body.
If this was a dream or hallucination, then she was pretty damn good at it. But assuming this was real and it was actually happening…that meant within seconds she’d be naked as a jaybird in front of this incredibly sexy and virile man and there’d be no hiding that she had a bit of extra padding — from her wide ass to her DD boobs — and then what? Would he freak out and push her away? Would she see the disappointment in his eyes when he found her too soft and squishy for his tastes? Good God! She couldn’t take it if that were the case. She’d rather die than experience that kind of reaction from him. Anyone but him! Suddenly, she stilled his eager fingers to give voice to that terrible feeling inside of her, saying with complete vulnerability, “Bronx…what if you don’t like what you see?” holding her breath as she awaited his answer.
He stopped and held her gaze, something so stark and wretchedly honest staring back at her that she thought, for one brief moment, that he suffered from something similarly damaging as low self-esteem.
But that was crazy. Bronx was the hottest guy she’d ever laid eyes on. He could have any woman begging to touch him, to be his willing slave. There was no way he ever went to bed alone. Her eyes threatened to squeeze shut to avoid the devastating moment but she held his stare by the grace of God because she couldn’t look away. This was it …the rejection…the pain of being found wanting. No, please no ….but just as her heart rate had zoomed to a ten on the O-M-F-G scale, he shocked her by slowly withdrawing her hand to place it on his rock-hard erection, pressing her palm against the thick steel hiding in his underwear.
The breath that she’d been holding came out in a whoosh and a gasp, her eyes widening like a scandalized nun as she realized without a doubt, she was touching his cock — and she quite liked it. She met his gaze as he asked in a low tone, “Does that feel like I don’t like what I see?” She shook her head, unable to help from curling her fingers a little around the stiff member that felt bigger than a baby’s arm. Would that fit? Well, there was one way to find out she supposed. “Good,” he growled, moving in to whisper in her ear, “Now, you have two choices, my sweet girl…you can choose to get fucked right here over your kitchen counter or I can take you into the bedroom and fuck you there but either way, I’m going to be inside you. I’m going to make you come so hard, you forget about any other man who’s been between your thighs and then I’m going to make you beg for more.” He pulled away, his carnal promise echoing in her ear and her knees trembling as he said, “Make your choice.”
She didn’t take time to question and fled for the bedroom. Her first time couldn’t be up against a counter top where she made dinner, right?
Oh, who was she kidding…she didn’t really care as long as Bronx was the one punching her V-card — but let’s be honest, the bed was softer!
-4-
A carnal grin stretched his mouth as he watched Delainey run from the room to her bedroom and he took great delight in following. Her room was much like her apartment — filled with girlie and frilly things, yet punctuated with serious artistic expression that he’d missed the first time he’d seen it – and it was the dichotomy of the two opposites that tugged at him in a deeper way than just surface attraction. But hell yeah, he was attracted to her and that wasn’t no