His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,11

pushing my hair back from my face. His voice is pitched low so the driver doesn't hear him. "I've been thinking about it all day."

"Bentley?"

"Yeah, little dove?"

"This is moving really fast," I whisper.

"It's not moving fast enough for me," he whispers back, trailing his hand down the side of my throat. "I've been hard for you all day, Cami."

My stomach clenches hard. I'm pretty sure I could orgasm right here and now.

"I'll make you a deal."

"Okay?"

"I won't talk about eating you for the rest of the trip, if you tell me why you're so afraid of singing in front of people."

"Um…" Can I change my mind about him talking about eating me? I'd rather do that.

"What are you so afraid of, little dove?" he whispers. "Tell me."

His voice is hypnotic, compelling me to tell him all my secrets. It's not fair. I squeeze my eyes closed and tell him the truth. "I used to want to sing for a living. I even auditioned for one of the shows that rolled through town. We had to audition in this big room full of other people who were competing. When it was my turn, I got up to sing. The producer who listened told me that, um…he said I had a pretty voice, but that the rest of me would never make it."

"The rest of you?"

My cheeks blaze with heat. I bury my face against his shoulder to hide my face. "Yeah. The rest of me. My, um…my weight." I wasn't attractive as a teenager and my dad couldn't afford to buy me nice clothes. What I had fit poorly, making me look frumpy and even bigger than I already was. I also wore braces.

Bentley tenses. "What the fuck? He said that to you?"

"In a room full of people who all thought it was hysterical."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"That's fucked up, angel."

"I should have been used to it by then," I mutter with a shrug. "I've always been bigger. I got picked on a lot growing up, but that was the final straw. I stopped singing. Now I help Riley manage her artists. Helping make their dreams come true is a lot of fun. It makes me happy to see our artists succeed."

"I have three things to say, and then I'm kissing the shit out of you," Bentley says, turning me until I'm forced to look up at him. His blue eyes are dark and stormy, pride and anger mingling in the depths. "First, you're beautiful, little dove. I think your curves are sexy as hell. Second, fuck that guy. He was an asshole. Third, I think you're amazing for helping other artists live their dreams when some prick crushed yours."

"Thank you."

His gaze drops to my lips, which makes me dart my tongue out to wet them. A groan rumbles from him, and then his lips are on mine.

And holy crap. This man can kiss. He holds me tight, angling my head until I'm right where he wants me…which is practically in his lap. His beard scratches at my skin, but I like the way it feels. I like his lips even more. They're a lot softer than I thought they would be. He brushes them back and forth across mine before dipping his tongue out to swipe across my bottom lip. As soon as I open them, he licks inside my mouth, coaxing my tongue out to play with his.

My entire body catches fire then. It just goes up in flames. Whoosh!

He tastes like mint and smells like sin. I cling to his expansive shoulders, crawling into his lap to get closer as he kisses me breathless. He pulls my lip into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make it sting, before he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth again.

I follow him, letting him guide me. I'm not sure if I'm any good at it, but he seems to be enjoying kissing me. If the little growling sounds he makes are any indication, he's really enjoying it. He bucks up against me and I feel his erection pressing against my center.

"Bentley," I whisper, though I'm not sure if I want him to stop or if I want him to keep going. My panties are soaked and my entire body aches with a need I've never felt before today. It's overwhelming and beautiful at the same time.

"Fuck, we gotta stop," he growls against my lips.

I whimper because I definitely don't want to stop.

"I know, angel, I know," he croons, planting little kisses