Page 61 of A Curvy Girl’s Hurricane Survival Guide

His room is masculine and huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pool and offering a spectacular view of the last streaks of the sunset behind the mountains. The lights are bright, and when Sonny tosses me onto the massive bed, he stands over me with the hungry look of a starving man.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, voice low and rough.

I lift myself up on my elbows, suddenly feeling exposed. “The lights…”

“Not a chance,” he chuckles, eyes dark. “Sorry, Buttercup, I’ve been dreaming about this body since that day on the plane. There’s no way I’m missing a single inch of it in full light.”

God, when he says stuff like that, like I am the most amazing thing he’s ever seen, what am I supposed to say? Heat floods my face, but I surrender to him as he takes hold of my thighs, gripping the soft flesh, and kissing them as his hands move down to my hips.

“These thighs… this ass,” he murmurs between kisses. “You have no idea what they do to me.”

“Ass brought to you by Arroz con leche,” I joke, because apparently my brain still thinks nervous comedy is appropriate.

Sonny grins against my skin. “I’ll have to send Abuela a thank-you letter. Maybe flowers. Or a whole cow.”

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my leggings and looks up, silently asking. I nod. He peels them down slowly, savoring every inch of the reveal. When he sees my underwear, full coverage white cotton with little pink flowers, he cocks his head to the side.

“Those… are oddly sexy.”

“Oh my god,” I gasp, grabbing a pillow and trying to cover myself. “Abuela bought me a pack and made me promise her that I would wear them. She said, ‘Heaven forbid something happens to me, and paramedics see you have old panties on.” This is so embarrassing.

Sonny laughs, warm and delighted. “I love your Abuela.” He gently pulls the pillow from me. “Those are amazing. It’s like you wrapped it for me.”

Sonny kisses his way up my legs, tickling and teasing until I am laughing and squirming. When he reaches those silly panties, he traces the little flowers with one finger, making me catch my breath.

He points at the damp area and mischievously asks, “Is this because of me?”

I can’t speak. I nod.

Then he moves them to the side and puts his mouth on me. I can’t look; I can’t make sense of the pleasure pulsing through my body as he continues to knead my thighs and ass the whole time. Every moan I let out spurs him on more, and before long I am falling over the edge, legs shaking, his hands holding me in place.

I can’t remember ever feeling such gratification. The ecstasy mingles with the realization, bringing tears to my eyes.

SONNY

I rest my head on those soft thighs until I feel the last tremor leave her body. I push myself back up to my knees so that I can fully admire her. Cai looks beautifully wrecked: flushed cheeks, wild curls, chest heaving. Seeing her like this, spread out on my bed, soft and open and mine, makes my brain short-circuit.

She reaches for my belt with a shaky hand. “Your turn,” she whispers, a smile tugging on her lips.

I grin, catching her wrist gently and pinning it over her head. “Easy there, trouble; I’m pretty sure I saw you levitate when you came. Maybe you catch your breath for a second first.”

Cai chuckles. “What, like Tara and Willow in that musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”

“The fact that you’d make a reference like that,” I say, kissing her bare chest as she squirms slightly. “Makes me want to do it again.”

I release her hands to free mine to explore her body again.

“You’re ridiculous,” she groans in pleasure.

“And you’re addictive,” I growl. I can’t stop touching her. The graceful sweep of her hips, the touchable warmth of her thighs, the way her ample backside filled my palms when I grab her. It’s like they are made for me.

“These hips have been living in my mind rent-free, and now they’re in my bed. I’m never recovering from this.”

Cai’s moans as I rub against her, still fully clothed, while she is gloriously bare. The contrast is driving me insane in the best way.

I turn her over to fully appreciate the view, kissing and nipping the curve where her ass meets her thigh.

“Sonny… your clothes…”