chapter 8

She watched his fingers slide over his belly as he rubbed it. She ached to replace his hand with hers, to feel the silky looking tanned skin speckled with fine light colored hair. She bit back the urge and looked back into his gorgeous eyes with a smile.

"I can see why," she said, "although I have to disagree with your statement about male desirability. Compared to what? Muscle bound jocks without a brain in their skull and only one thing on their list of goals? No sir, I think you are perfectly desirable."

She couldn't believe she had just said that but this man emboldened her. Her throbbing center cried out for him. Nothing like this has made her feel this way. She needed him. She had to have him. And if that meant being honestly blunt about her desires then she would be. She had no wish to play subtle games, to flirt and seduce. Not now, not the way her entire body was thrumming from being so close. But, perhaps she needed to be just a tad softer with her approach... she didn't want to come across as desperate or easy either. But oh this man...

He had a thoughtful look in his eye, as if he were taking measure of her. As if he were attempting to figure out her game. Then his eyes cleared as if he had made some decision and smiled back at her, that warmth filling her again, that desire to jump him right then and there. Lord how she wanted to experience this man.

Cat-like she moved to sit next to him, as close as she dared, until her naked thigh brushed against one of his massive ones. Her skin where she made contact felt as if it were ice cold and on fire at the same time and she shivered. If just a brush against his leg was this stimulating, how would it feel to have his hands on her body? His lips on her neck? That great belly pushing down on her from...

She stopped that train of thought, hardly able to stand the intense desire rushing through her. "I would like to learn more about you and to hear some of your stories. Would you mind if I joined you at the buffet tonight for dinner? I would welcome some company myself, my one neuron friend Shannon has become useless now that she's found her beach boy toy."

Her touch was electric, her closeness overwhelming, her sexuality and desirability radiated from her, almost burning his skin where their thighs touched. He flushed again, pleasure warming him down to his toes as what she just said sunk in. Then another thought..."Don't tease me...Are you sure you want to have dinner with me tonight? I mean, let's be real...I don't want to embarrass you as I am almost three times both your age and weight."

He saw her shrug and smile as she stood, her movement lithe and athletic.

"I don't care what others think," she said leaning over and pulling his shirt closed over his belly, her fingers pressing into his softness as she pulled the fabric around his girth, "I want to get to know you and more than that, explore why you are so fond of this, because I certainly am....see you at 6."

Stunned speechless he watched her turn and head toward the hotel proper, the last rays of the setting sun washing her amazing figure in a golden sidelight. Dumbstruck, it took several minutes for him to process what had just transpired, his thigh and belly still tingling from where she touched him.

Perhaps it was all a cruel joke, he thought, but deep down he didn't think so...could he possibly be this lucky? A one in a million chance of finding a woman who could actually desire him for who and what he was...perhaps share his fantasies.

Grunting to his feet he gathered his things and made his way back to his room for a shower and shave. We'll see, he thought...yes, we will definitely see.

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To be continued ....comments welcome