AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His harsh breath and mine were the only sounds I heard, and as I looked into his eyes, some part of me acknowledged I’d never experienced a moment this intense.
Knew it wasn’t possible that I’d come out of it unscathed.
Decided it didn’t matter. Not now, when my need for him was impossible to deny.
In unison, we reached for each other.
I grabbed a handful of his expensive shirt and ripped open the buttons as he started to work on the zipper of my dress.
I was so intent on what I was doing, I felt possessed, desperate for him.
Moaned as I traced my fingers across his strong chest, the light dusting of hair there causing little pinpricks of electricity in my fingertips.
I stared down at him as I touched the massive expanse of his chest. The muscles that I had only ever glimpsed were as impressive as I’d known they would be.
My fingers moved of their own accord, tracing every inch of his chest. I leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his collar bones as I let my fingers move lower, down his pecs, down his flat, chiseled stomach.
I’d known him for years, had been in close physical proximity to him, but in this moment, I was awed by his size and strength. I felt dainty next to him, something I’d never felt before, and the feeling thrilled me.
Just as Elias thrilled me.
Touching him only made me want to touch him more, and I was nearly crazed with need.
I was so distracted by the whirlwind Elias was stirring that it wasn’t until the cool air touch my nipples that I realized he had taken off my bra and was quickly pushing down my dress.
I let him.
He made quick work of the dress and did the same with my underwear. The dress was long enough that I hadn’t bothered with stockings, so I would soon be bare before him.
When he had me in nothing, he stepped back, staring at me, his shirt hanging loosely around his arms before he pulled it off and tossed it aside.
I stared back at him defiantly, my chin lifted in silent challenge, practically daring him to criticize me.
Just as I knew that my plain face would never turn heads, I knew what my body looked like and what it didn’t.
Who it didn’t.
I couldn’t help but think back to the women I’d seen Elias with before, each more beautiful than the last, all of them with perfect faces and thin, perfect bodies.
The opposite of me.
I knew that, but I didn’t look away as Elias stared at me, his gaze taking in my very large, nicely shaped but not at all perky breasts.
Watched him as he traced the deep curve of my waist and flare of my wide hips. The round of my stomach, complete with stretch marks. Down my thick, dimpled thighs.
As the moment lengthened, I felt the beginnings of anxiety that I tried to fight down.
But I was realistic enough to accept that I was nobody’s idea of a dream girl.
At least I didn’t think so.
When I met his eyes, I saw the anger that was always there.
The annoyance.
But I saw something else, too.
Desire.
