“I, um… I’m not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.”
He stared at me.
Stupidly, I kept talking. “I run, do crunches, you know… stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isn’t regularly, regularly it’s just um… somewhat regularly. But it doesn’t go away. And, um… I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know I’m just me. I’m not how you see me. I’m not perfect.”
He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.
Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, “Show me.”
Oh God!
“Uh… you won’t see. I’m lying on my back and it –”
His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, “Show me.”
I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.
When the shirt was up to under my br**sts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.
“You get I picked those dresses,” he stated.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“Your dresses. I picked them.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
“Guessed the size,” he went on.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Baby,” his hand pressed lightly into my belly, “I haven’t missed this.”
Okay, all right.
Oh God.
Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell.
“Right,” I said softly.
“You are perfect. I wanted to f**k cut, first, I’d wonder if I lost my f**kin’ mind not havin’ sweet and soft and all woman. Then, I’d f**k cut. But I don’t want cut. I want my c**k in a woman who’s sweet, soft and…” his face got close, “all woman.”
Oh my.
I liked that as in really.
And I liked it even better that Knight made it not embarrassing.
He wasn’t done.
“You run, you do your crunches, I don’t give a f**k. But you lose any of that ass, those tits, those h*ps or your Buddha belly, just sayin’, babe, you lose me.”
Oh.
My.
Yes, I liked that. Really.