You're The One For Me (Player Loves Curves Book 5) Page 2

  Her surprised smile and nervous giggle are sexy as fuck. Even seeing it, I’m still holding my breath hoping that she’s going to say yes. She’s had to fight off so many nasty men all night, is she going to put me in the same category as them?

  Right when I’m getting completely discouraged, she says in almost a whisper, “I’d like to go out with you.”

  4

  Serenity

  “You look beautiful. Quit fidgeting,” Jamie says to me.

  Once I got home last night, I called Jamie. I was completely freaking out and I knew she could talk me down. I can’t believe I agreed to a date with the Dusty Burgess. He’s huge in baseball and the way that women were throwing themselves at him last night, it looks as if he could have his pick of any woman he wanted. So why would he want me?

  Of course, Jamie rattled off all the reasons why he would be into me and finished with, “Really, he didn’t even look my way. He was totally into you. Don’t talk yourself outta this. You’re going and I’m coming over tomorrow to get you ready.”

  And true to her word, she showed up this afternoon with a huge bag and big tackle looking box. When she showed me all her makeup, I about fell through the floor. I usually wear mascara and chapstick, that’s the extent of my makeup. But Jamie wasn’t having it. She found the skimpiest dress she could find in my closet. It’s something I picked out on a whim a year ago and it still had the tags on it. “Perfect,” she exclaimed, holding it up to me. I tried to pick something else, but Jamie is pretty set in her ways and there’s no changing her mind once she makes it up.

  She spent almost two hours getting me ready for this date. And when I told her that I refused to let him pick me up, she lost it on me. “Really, Serenity? You have a date pick you up… not meet you.”

  I shrugged my shoulders, not understanding what the big deal was. But she wouldn’t give up. That’s how I ended up riding in her car across town to meet Dusty. “How do I get home?”

  She rolls her eyes and smirks at me. With her eyebrows wiggling, she says, “I’m sure he’ll give you a ride.” And then she starts cackling.

  The rest of the ride there I’m in silence. I’m doing my best not to chew on my newly painted nails. I can’t remember ever being so nervous. This is so much different than just waiting on a famous person. Dating one? What was I thinking when I said yes? I was blind at the party. Women who had to be models were trying to attach themselves to him all night.

  It had to be the alcohol or maybe fatigue that had him asking me out, even though I don’t remember him drinking. He carried around a water bottle all night. What if he changes his mind as soon as he sees me?

  Jamie pulls up to the front door of the restaurant. “You’ll do great. Just be yourself.”

  I take a deep breath. “Thanks, Jamie,” I mutter and step out of the car.

  Dusty strides out of the restaurant like he owns it when I get out. There are reporters everywhere, but they pay me no attention until Dusty stops next to me. Then they start taking pictures and I get uncomfortable. I’m not a model.

  But Dusty doesn’t seem to mind. He holds me close to his side like he’s proud to be seen with me, and my heart melts.

  Dusty

  I’m sure that any red-blooded man in the restaurant is devouring Serenity with their eyes right now, in this instant, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. When she stepped out of the car, I thought she would be more comfortable if she walked into the restaurant on her own; that way she could avoid all the paparazzi since they didn’t know she was here with me. But one look at her in that short dress showing off her curvy body and I knew I had to go out and meet her, stake my claim on her before someone else tried to and then I had to kill them.

  She walked next to me, tightly held in the curve of my arm, the whole way to our seats, and when I pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit down, I just stood there and breathed in her soft scent. I took the seat next to her instead of the one across from her, my leg touching hers under the table.

  I try to talk to her, ask her about her day, but she keeps staring over my shoulder. When I turn around, it seems that everyone in the restaurant is staring at us. “Here, let’s switch seats.”

  I pull her up from her chair and help her to the one that I just vacated. “Better?”

  She nods her head stiffly. Damn, I should have taken her somewhere more discreet. But I wanted to show her off and honestly, I wanted to impress her.

  Ignoring the stares, I open the menu. “What do you want to eat? Have you been here before?”

  She opens the menu, stares at it for only a second and then closes it, laying it down on the table in front of her. “I think this was a bad idea…” she starts.

  I reach over to comfort her, but I also want to test my theory from last night. When I held her hand, it felt perfect… it felt right. And now, as I squeeze her hand under mine, the same feeling surrounds me and calms me, letting me know that it’s all going to be all right.

  I lean toward her. “This… me and you… is not a bad idea. If you ask me, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

  She looks incredulous and loudly whispers to me, “Look at this place. Look at you. Then look at me. This isn’t right. I’m going to go.”

  I pull her toward me with one hand and cup her cheek with the other. “I am looking at you, just like every other man in the restaurant has been since you got here. And I have to tell you, I’ve never been attracted to anyone in my whole entire life like I am to you. Ignore all of them,” I tell her, tipping my head to the people behind her now. “Act like it’s just you and me.”

  Her face softens, but I can tell she’s still unsure.

  “Dinner. Just have dinner with me, then I’ll take you home.”

  Finally, she nods. “So do you mind if I order for you? Or do you want to order for yourself?”

  She looks a little relieved when she answers. “Yes, if you don’t mind, can you order for me?”

  The waiter walks up to the table and I place our order. “Two hamburgers, French fries and two sweet teas.”

  The waiter doesn’t even flinch. “Yes sir. It will be up shortly.” He gathers the menus from the table and walks away.

  Serenity leans across the table. “I looked at the menu. They don’t have hamburgers here.”

  I shrug my shoulders. I knew the place was freaking her out so I ordered “normal” food to try and calm her nerves and from the smile on her face, it seems to have worked.

  From that point on, she seems to relax. I get her talking about some of the unbelievable things she’s witnessed as a waitress and she loosens up and we have a great time. I love her sexy voice, her full lips, and the charisma she has when telling a story.

  Just sitting here watching her makes this a good night. Already I’m dreading for it to end.

  5

  Serenity

  He’s a perfect gentleman and has gone out of his way to make me comfortable. When we finished eating, he put his arm around me and walked me out to his car, ignoring all the photographers.

  Once I gave him my address, he grabbed on to my hand and has held it since then. I look at our joined hands resting on the console and then up at him. “Why me?” I ask him before I can think better of it.

  I can see his forehead crease even in the darkness of the car. When he gets to a red light, he turns toward me. “What do you mean?”

  It was easier when he wasn’t looking at me. Now I can feel myself shrinking from him.

  He must sense it because he squeezes my hand and faces the road, hitting the gas when the light changes. “I don’t understand the question. What do you mean why you?”

  I shake my head. Really, do I have to spell it out for him? “Well, I mean, I saw you last night. Why aren’t you with any of the sexy, leggy supermodels from the party?”

  He’s calm, running his thumb across mine. “I never hit on any of those women.”

  “I know. I watched you.” I should be embarrassed to admit it, but
it seems to make him happy because he smiles.

  There’s a cockiness about him, but he’s also showing a little vulnerability when he asks, “You were watching me?”

  I playfully pat his arm. “Yeah, me and every other woman at the party.” And even though the GPS is announcing we’re close, I point to my house. “That’s mine. Second house on the right.”

  He pulls in, turns off his car, opens his mouth, closes it, and then tells me, “Stay right there.”

  I watch as he walks around the front of the car and then opens the door for me. He helps me out of my seat, shuts the door and then leans me against it. He has one hand on each side of me, caging me in. His features are set, determined, like he’s got something on his mind. “So I only want to say it once. You’re right, there were women hitting on me last night. I won’t lie to you. Once I became a professional baseball player, women started throwing themselves at me, and yes, I could have taken one of them home with me. But I don’t want that. I have my mind set on the little curvy, sassy waitress that drives me crazy just with the stubborn tilt of her chin.”

  I want to believe him, and when he takes a step closer to me, there’s no doubting his desire for me. I can feel it pressed into my belly. “But…”

  He shakes his head, bending down until his lips are only a breath from mine. “There’s no buts. You, Serenity, are more extraordinary than I could ever imagine.” When his lips finally touch mine, it’s like all time has stopped. He cups my face, his finger stroking my cheek as he makes love to my mouth. When he pulls away, it’s only long enough for him to attach his lips to my neck. The moan comes out of me before I can stop it, but the way he’s touching me sets my whole body on fire.

  I know he’s looking for sex and I want it too. I want it really bad as it turns out. I already am so attracted to him I can hardly breathe. He presses his leg between mine, lifting it a little, pressing into my core. I grab on to his arms and I know he feels my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he pushes harder. I curl my chin, resting my forehead on his hard chest. His hands are stroking up and down my back. God, I want to give in to him, but I know a one-night stand with him will leave me depressed and worthless for months. I can’t do that to myself.

  But having his hands on my body as he continues to kiss me is making it really hard to think straight.

  Finally gathering my senses, I put my hands on his chest and push away from him. He doesn’t let me go far. His hands are gripped tightly on to my hips as if he doesn’t want to let me leave.

  Looking into his eyes, I almost cave. He’s so hot and he’s staring back at me with hooded eyes, but I can see everything he wants to do with me in that one look. Have mercy, I need strength. “I want you… There’s no doubt I want you. But I can’t do a one-night stand.”

  I expect him to release me, tell me goodnight and it was nice knowing me, but he surprises me by pulling me closer.

  Dusty

  I hold her to me, even though her body is stiff. I want her so much I’m afraid I’m going to rip through my slacks. She’s so real and pure and that sexy voice and her curves, it’s too much to walk away from.

  My mother raised me better than to fuck a woman on a first date, but there’s no way she would be just some random, one-night fuck for me.

  I pull back just enough to see her face and the doubt I see there stops me. I loosen my arms, but I can’t force myself to completely let her go. “I want..” I start, but she lowers her head.

  “Look at me,” I say to her, trying to keep my voice calm and not scare her away.

  She lifts her eyes and I can see every insecurity she has written on her face. There’s no way I could ever hurt her. “I want more than one night with you. Even if you turn me away tonight, I’ll come back tomorrow and the next day.”

  She makes a whimpering needy sound that makes the rest of the blood drain from my brain to my dick. She lets go of me and I step back, trying to get myself under control. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door.”

  Hand in hand, I walk beside her. I keep telling myself she needs more time and I’ll give it to her. Even if it fuckin’ kills me.

  6

  Serenity

  I’m putting the key in the lock and when I push the door open, he asks me, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

  The fact that he’s not pushing me is my undoing. I look at him over my shoulder, mustering up all the confidence I have. “I’d like for you to come in.”

  He puts his hands on the top of the door frame, stretching his shirt along his torso. I can see the tension in his face as he answers me. “If I come in there, Serenity, I’m not going to be able to resist taking you. You need to know what you’re getting into before you let me come into your house.” A growl escapes, low and demanding.

  I hold my hand out to him and whisper, “I know.”

  He ignores my hand and picks me up with one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees. He kicks the door shut. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  My arms wrap tight around his neck and his eyes are wild as he looks at me with his nostrils flaring. He starts to walk. “Where’s. Your. Bedroom?”

  I tilt my head toward the hallway. “Second door on the right.”

  He grips me tighter and takes long, steady strides to my bedroom.

  When he puts me down on my feet, I’m not given any time to second-guess myself because instantly his mouth is on mine and his hands are pulling at my dress. His lips pull from mine only long enough for my dress to pass, and then he latches on to me again. He removes his own clothes and before I know it, every soft part of my body is pressed against every hard part of his.

  He picks me up, lays me back on the bed, and stands over me. His hand grips his girth and gives it two long, steady jerks. Precum drips from his tip and my eyes jerk to his. He’s watching me, my legs have fallen wide, and he’s stroking himself, looking at the very heated, very wet center of my core. His voice is gravely when he finally speaks to me. “Fuck, I want to make this good for you, Serenity, but I’m not going to last long.” He pushes my thighs apart and positions himself over top of me. He kisses along my inner thigh and I’m pretty sure I quit breathing. When he finally touches his tongue to my swollen nub, I lift my hips to meet him, begging for more. “Yes,” I cry into the room.

  My begging only strengthens his tongue, and he sucks on me, giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. My hand goes to the back of his head, and I thrust my hips up and down, forcing him to feast on me. If the groans coming from him are any indication, he doesn’t mind—if anything, he’s enjoying it immensely. “Dusty, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg him right before I crash into oblivion. He mumbles something against me and the vibrations intensify my orgasm even more. My whole body is pulled taut as a complete and utter ecstasy wracks through me.

  He crawls up my body, licking his lips before he dips down and kisses up my abdomen and starts to suckle my breast.

  He releases me suddenly, leaning over the bed. A cold air hits me and I put my hands at his hips, wanting him to come back to me. When he does, he’s sheathing his hard cock with a condom. He doesn’t like it and I can tell by the way his lips are pulled tight against his teeth. “I don’t want anything between us. Nothing. I’m clean, but I don’t expect you to trust me. But soon, very soon, I’m going to be in your pussy bareback.”

  “But I’m not on the pill either. There’s never been a reason,” I tell him honestly.

  His body jerks and he grips the tip of his penis, holding it tightly. “Are you a virgin, Serenity?”

  With my eyes wide, I know I can’t lie to him. “Yes. You’re my first.”

  “Fuck,” he swears.

  Dusty

  As soon as the word leaves my mouth I want to take it back. “It’s not what you think. Fuck, baby just knowing I’m going to be your first has me about to come.”

  She blinks her eyes and I don’t think she understands because she asks me, “Are you sure y
ou don’t mind?”

  I line myself up at her opening and have to hold my hips back from doing what they want to do… plunge into her balls deep and stay there forever.

  “I don’t mind a fuckin’ bit. But what about you? Are you sure, pretty girl?”

  Her smile takes over her face. “Oh, I’m sure.”

  I put my hands on her hips, ready to enter her, but then I stop. Instead I reach between us, stroking my fingers through her wet slit. Coating my fingers with her juices, I rub them across her clit. Her hips jerk and I increase the pressure as she moans, biting on to her lower lip.

  “You like that?” I mutter, lowering my head to the juncture of her thighs, kissing a path to where she wants me most. The first touch of my tongue on her and she about comes undone. I put my arm over her hips, holding her to the mattress. And then I taste her, along her slit and then resting on her sweet bundle of nerves that is pulsating under my touch. I’m so ready to be inside her, I’m pushing my hard cock into the bed roughly. But I know I need this to be good for her. I know that I need her completely over the edge before I breech her.

  I suck and kiss and stroke her until my lips and chin are covered with her and she’s bucking against my face. When she comes, she groans and her whole body strings tight. I barely give her any time to come down before I’m between her legs again, my cock right at her opening. I check the condom, wanting to rip it off, but knowing we’ll have to have that talk later. I push inside her just an inch, but a guttural groan leaves me. Her pussy is throbbing around me, the aftereffects of her recent climax still sending waves through her body.

  “You okay?” I ask her as I push a little deeper. Her eyes are wide, staring up at me, and as soon as I hit the tiny piece of skin that’s holding me from planting myself deep inside her, her face clenches and her eyes slam shut.