Life was good. I didn’t need anything. Especially not a sexy, funny, sweet stranger who wanted to go on a date.
My friends told me to give him a chance, but I knew he’d take one look at my curvy body and come up with a reason not to go out again. So, I gave him an out.
He didn’t take it.
The man was relentless. He liked my curves, and he wanted more than just phone calls. He wanted me.
How could I say no to that?
From Chubby & Charming
“Your date is already here. I can show you to your table if you’re ready.”
I nodded and followed her through the restaurant. The front room was packed and cozy with the murmur of guests chatting through their dinner. I glanced around nervously, looking for Xander.
We passed through an opening into a smaller dining room with only a handful of booths, all circular so an entire party could sit next to each other. Each booth was high and secluded from the others so there was an air of privacy even though the room was open. It was very romantic.
The hostess stopped at the booth in the back corner and smiled at me. I stepped close and saw a foot coming out of the booth. Then, before me, stood Xander Carlson.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, panicking that he’d changed his mind and was trying to get away before I arrived.
“No,” he said with a smile. He offered me his hand and I slipped mine in his, a spark of awareness shooting up my arm and settling low in my gut. “I’m trying to be a gentleman and let you sit first.”
He smiled at me and gently squeezed my hand. I slid into the booth first, still holding his hand, and Xander followed me. The hostess said, “Enjoy your meal,” then left us alone.
“Hi,” he said, turning to me when she was gone.
“Hi,” I whispered back, a smile overtaking my face.
“You look amazing. I almost don’t want to do this,” he said.
“Do what?” I started to ask but was cut off by his lips on mine.
He held my hand tightly, his other hand drifting softly over my cheek. His lips were pressed loosely against mine, small kisses traded between us. I sighed, loving the feel of his lips against mine, and his tongue reached out to stroke my lips. They parted automatically, as if under his command, and his tongue slid into my mouth.
His hand drifted from my cheek into the hair at the nape of my neck as he pulled me closer to him. His tongue gently explored my mouth, gliding alongside mine and taking us both on the ride of our lives.
Lost for a moment in our kiss, Xander tilted my head and deepened our kiss, hunger and need making us both nearly frantic. I explored his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and dipping my tongue into the hollow of his cheeks. He did the same, learning me, returning to spots when I made a noise or clenched his fingers tighter.
After too many moments to count, Xander released me. He pressed his forehead into mine, our heaving breaths mixing together between our mouths. “I’m sorry. I ruined your make-up. I just couldn’t wait another minute to kiss you.”
“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, still drowsy from being kissed so thoroughly. If the man could kiss me into oblivion I could only imagine what he could do when he put his whole body into the job.
“You taste like chocolate,” he whispered like we were sharing a secret.
My eyes popped open and my cheeks heated. “I ate a piece before I came in. For courage or something. It made me feel better.”
“I liked it. I’ll never eat chocolate again without thinking about you and that kiss.”
I smiled. God, he was perfect.