Slow Hand Curves (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page A

being sentimental or just playing dirty?” I teased.
    He gave me a quick side glance, his smile all bad boy beneath those dark brows and heavy lashes. “Can’t I be both?”
    The possibility hadn’t occurred to me. I liked the idea. I liked it a lot, in fact. Turning coy for maybe the first time in my life, I smiled back at him. “I guess it depends where you come to a stop.”
    His smoldering look hit me like a premonition. Or a memory -- it was the same hot gaze I’d seen when he pulled my nipple taut, the hint of teeth pressing at the swollen tip. His right brow had the same slight lift as when he’d looked up from between my parted thighs to tell me we were having dinner together.
    Ten minutes later, Sam pulled into the parking area of a steakhouse on Lemmon at Wycliff and released his safety belt. “Nervous, Hollywood?”
    I nodded a little too emphatically.
    “I should try to put you at ease, I guess.” He rested his palm on my shoulder. His fingers moved in a lazy caress along the back of my neck. “Thing is, you’re so damn sexy when you’re nervous.”
    Sam leaned into me, one side of his massive chest pressing against my arm.
    “Your mouth quivers.”
    He kissed my quivering mouth.
    “Your cheeks flush.”
    He brushed his lips across my burning cheeks.
    “And these…” He ran a finger over the straining point of one nipple. “They get so hard I want to strip you naked so I can suck on them.”
    “Dinner?” My squeaky plea didn’t stop his slow caress of my skin. And if he didn’t stop, I had the sinking feeling I’d wind up on the ten o’clock news in handcuffs for having sex in the back seat of his sister’s sedan.
    “Damn, baby girl.” He stroked my knee through the fabric of my dress. “Your sexy factor just went up another notch.”
    I snorted in my distress. “Yeah, I’m so sexy I’m about to pass out.”
    He bit his lip, only marginally concealing his amusement. “We can’t have that.”
    I shook my head, agreeing with him.
    Throwing me a wink, he released my safety belt. “At least not yet.”
    *****
    Dinner was both delicious and pure torture. We had sautéed mushrooms as an appetizer. I had asparagus salad and broiled salmon for my meal. Sam had a whole damn cow. Well, almost. He had a twenty-two ounce Kansas City strip steak with the bone in. A little too red for my comfort zone, but the lights at the steakhouse were low enough I didn’t have to look at it.
    I wasn’t the only one using the dim lighting to my advantage. Ten minutes after being seated at a circular booth Sam had reserved, I realized why he had requested I wear a dress or skirt.
    All the better to tease me with!
    Sam could teach a master class in seduction. His hand kept taking discreet trips underneath my skirt. He never ventured higher than halfway up my thigh, but it was more than enough to have me panting and squirming, all the little muscles he was ignoring flexing in their desire to be noticed.
    Trying to distract him, I traded questions about his family and ambiguously answered a few about my own. I didn’t dare ask him the question burning a hole in the tip of my tongue, but, by the time dessert rolled around, he broached the subject on his own.
    Capturing my chin with a gentle pinch, he stared into my eyes. “You know I’ve only done that once before.”
    I chewed at my bottom lip before responding. “You seemed much more experienced.”
    I was only half teasing. Certainly I realized he wasn’t talking about the act he had performed, but the surroundings and situation. I just didn’t know if I could believe him.
    Sam clarified with a rueful smile. “With a patient, Hollywood. And today is the only time I’ve been glad she couldn’t keep quiet.”
    His gaze darkened and he let go of my chin to push the edge of a napkin around. “She was suicidal. Had cancer and a cheating husband divorcing her and trying to take everything.”
    “Did you really turn Portia Philips down?”
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