Sam and Brady have a rough relationship. When she meets him she is curious about him, but a little intimidated by him. But when he decides he wants to kiss her, Sam has a hard time doing anything but respond. How could she not?
Excerpt from Fat & Fine
“I’m not beautiful, Brady. I know that, I’ve accepted it. I’ve been told enough lately that I’m horrible to look at and it’s sinking in-“
“No!” Brady yelled again. “God dammit it’s not true. When I look at you I see your curves, yes, but I love your curves. But there’s so much more to you than your looks. You have gorgeous eyes and a laugh that lights up the room. Those guys are stupid fucking assholes who’ve never bothered to know you. You’re amazing, Sam, and I want you to keep coming here because I like seeing you. I don’t want to miss out on a chance to share even a few minutes with you.”
My head was spinning. It was only a few minutes after I’d fallen for another guy flirting with me only to tell me he was disgusted by me. Could I believe anything Brady was saying?
“Please, Sam, believe me. I know it’s hard to trust someone, especially right now after what those assholes said to you, but it’s the truth. Jesus, I need to… fuck, I can’t stop.”
Before I could ask him what he was talking about his lips were on mine. He pressed me against his closed door and pinned me in with both hands on either side of my head. He leaned into me, his firm body pressing against my soft one. I felt his desire for me in his kiss, on his lips, in the pressure of his tongue against my lips, silently seeking passage into my mouth.
My lips fell apart, letting him in. His tongue dove into my mouth as though he was afraid I’d close it again. He tasted like sweat and heat and something fresh. It was something I knew I’d never forget, a taste that would be with me forever, long after Brady decided I was just another fat girl when he needed a skinny one.
Our tongues played together, learning each other’s mouths, where the other reacted, how the other felt. I wanted to kiss him forever, feel his body against mine forever.
My hands drifted up his shirt, over his muscles. I felt the skin twitch beneath the thin cotton. I loved feeling a man come undone, losing control of his muscles and his grip on himself. Brady trembled against me, leaning his hips against me and letting me feel how much he wanted me. I moaned at the feeling of him, as though I didn’t believe he could want me until I felt the proof of it against my stomach.
Brady broke our kiss and drug his lips down my sweaty neck. “Jesus, Sam, you taste amazing,” Brady whispered against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”