CRAVING HER CURVES: The Complete Curvy Series

by Erin Havoc

  I have to take a couple of deep breaths to find my feet once more. “Would you like some help?”

  “You can set the table if you want to.” He doesn’t turn to face me this time.

  I’m a mess as I stumble around the kitchen, placing plates and silverware for the two of us. He warms a stew up as I will my heartbeat to calm down.

  My nerves are standing on end. My whole body reacts to his presence. And I’m stuck here with nowhere to go.

  4

  * * *

  ZACH

  I pull out a chair for Sienna, then back off quickly to sit across from her. As we sit and serve ourselves of the stew, the tension between us eases off.

  It dissipates as she presses her lips together and blows to cool the food off. She begins to hum something softly under her breath.

  Looking up, I take the sight in. She blows on her food and hums as if she’s comfortable. As if she’s home. She leans forward to sip from the spoon, her tits spilling over the edge of the table.

  I’m a goner. Simple like that.

  Huffing against my spoon, I bring a hand to my trousers, willing the steel rod in my pants to calm the fuck down.

  She’s done nothing besides coming up here and looking amazing. Nothing but stride around my kitchen with that gorgeous ass of hers.

  I’ve never wanted someone this bad.

  Curling my fingers around my erection, I press it down. Fuck. I can only think of those perfect breasts of hers around my dick. Jerking me off. The image of her plump lips open to receive my seed flash into my mind.

  “So what do you do up here, Mr. Holiday?”

  “Zach,” I tell her in a grunt. Her eyes shift and I watch as a drop of soup trickle down the side of her lip. Her tongue comes out to lick it clean.

  Fucking hell.

  How the fuck can this woman be so hot without even noticing? She’s not even trying, and I’m already halfway to madness.

  “What do you do up here, Zach?”

  I tap my foot to the floor, gathering all my self-control. I shouldn’t have told her my name. It sounds so fucking dirty in her mouth.

  Swallowing, I stare down at my soup like it’s just threatened me. “Early retirement. Planned my life for it.”

  “Oh,” she mouths and I don’t dare to meet her gaze. “And what do you do with that free time?”

  “I read.”

  She makes a soft sound on the back of her throat. “I want to own a bakery, so I guess I’ll never stop working.”

  I don’t know what kind of witchcraft makes this woman set my body aflame. But I must convince myself of how impossible this whole thing is.

  She’s younger. Still in college, if she’s Laura’s friend. She wants a bakery, and she surely can’t come live with me and sell cakes to the birds.

  And I’m not making my woman give her dreams up because of me. That’s nonsense.

  Even if everything went exactly as I wanted, she wouldn’t stay.

  I can’t have her.

  Tell that to the painful erection between my legs.

  She’s still humming under her breath, and it crosses my mind that she’s feeling awkward. I’m definitely making her uncomfortable.

  “Are you—” I start, and her gaze snaps up to meet mine. I have to clear my throat to move on. “Are you Laura’s friend?”

  “We were classmates in high school.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, “She saw on my Facebook that I bake cakes and asked me to bring you one for your birthday.”

  Something shifts in her. She crosses her legs then uncrosses them.

  “It’s a— A good looking cake. You’ve done a splendid job.”

  She chortles. “You haven’t tasted it. A cake has no worth if it’s pretty but tastes bad.”

  “I’m sorry you drove all the way here for this. I don’t know what’s gotten into Laura to put money in a gift she knows I’m not a fan of.”

  She shifts again in her chair.

  “Maybe she thought I’d manage a subtler taste, and you’d like it.” She curls her nose and tilts a side of her lip. “We’ll never know if you don’t try it.”

  I laugh, and the sound surprises me. “Persistent indeed.”

  She smiles again and her eyes dance with mischief. “If you don’t like it, I’ll have to throw it away. And it will have been a waste of time and materials.”

  I shake my head. “You were paid for it. Your part is done.”

  She tilts her lips and her gaze drops to her food. I follow the way her lip twists to a side, just an inch.

  This woman is an open book to me. Somehow it’s like I’ve known her her whole life.

  “What is it?”

  She cocks a brow, not meeting my eyes. “What is what?”

  “What bothers you?”

  “Nothing,” she says too fast.

  My hand crosses the space between us. Before I notice, it’s wrapped around her fingers.

  Electricity sparks all over my skin.

  The place our skins meet is white-hot.

  And by the way she’s widening her eyes, she feels it too.

  Clearing my throat, I press her fingers with mine. “You can tell me.”

  I want her to trust me. I want her to share whatever is on her mind, whatever problem she has.

  I’ll solve them for her. I’ll protect her from anything.

  She doesn’t pull back. Slowly, she licks her bottom lip. My gaze is fixed there, and I’d kill for a taste of her.

  Sienna sighs. “I’m disappointed.”

  I blink a couple of times in confusion. “Because I don’t like cake?”

  She shakes her head, her hair sliding off her shoulders. She puts it back behind her ears, the pink strand hanging across her cheek. “Disappointed with myself.”

  “The cake looks great, Sienna. You are quite talented.”

  Her lip twists. “Thanks. But good looking cakes don’t make a bakery.”

  I’m still struggling to see what’s the problem. “Isn’t Muffin Top doing well?”

  She giggles softly. “Muffin Top is only a dream. I don’t quite have it yet. I’m in college, and I’m baking to get a hang of things.”

  “So? You have to start somewhere. Was Laura your first paid client?”

  She chews on her lower lip and shakes her head. “No.”

  “So you have more clients. That’s great.”

  She shakes her head again. “I don’t.”

  I press her small fingers in mine until she looks up at me. “I’m not following, Sienna. Laura isn’t your first paid client but you don’t have anyone else?”

  After a heartbeat, she blows a breath. “I don’t want to speak ill of your daughter. That’s not who I am.” I nod her on. “Laura hasn’t paid me. I still haven’t got a single paid client.”

  My hold on her hand loosens. Surprise mixed with disappointment fills my stomach. “Laura hasn’t paid you to bring a cake I won’t eat all the way up here?”

  She nods slowly, her cheeks flushed.

  I’m dumbfounded. “Laura hasn’t paid you?” I send her money every single month, I can’t believe she’s doing that. I’ll have to have a serious talk to her about the value of things.

  Sienna cocks her head. “She said she’d pay in exposure. Posting on her Facebook. This way, her friends can see it and contact me.”

  “I’m not a business person, Sienna, and I surely don’t know a thing about Facebook marketing, but I’m not sure how that will help you. What if her other friends want to pay you in exposure too? Exposure won’t pay your bills.”

  “I know,” she sighs. “I know. That’s why I’m disappointed with myself.”

  “You need to know the value of your work. The value of your time. You worked hard to be a good cook.”

  She sighs. “I know. I’ll stand up for myself.” She lifts her eyes to meet mine and smiles, her fingers curling around mine. “Thank you.”

  “You’re a sweet girl. Don’t let people use you.”

  Her s
mile widens. “I won’t.”

  And for a long time, that’s it. She’s looking at me, and I am holding her hand in mine. My heart is content and her touch tells me we’re exactly where we are meant to be.

  Her gaze drops to my lips. My heartbeat picks up and I’m holding back from standing, picking her up and dropping her on the table. I’d fuck her right then and there. Mark her. To be sure she knows we’re right for one another.

  Then her gaze shifts. She presses her brows together and pulls her hand from mine in a jolt.

  The room seems much colder.

  “Where is the guest room?” She asks in such a weak voice I pull my arm back.

  Cold frustration washes over me.

  I’ve scared her off. How couldn’t I? Acting like a pervert, sporting a hard-on under the table.

  With the fear of having scared her rushing through my veins, I point the way to her. I wait for fifteen, then thirty minutes, but she never comes back.

  Afternoon melts into evening, and all that’s left for me is to put the dishes away and settle in my room. All that’s left for me is to curl my fingers around my aching cock and jerk off, thinking about how her pussy might taste, and the sounds she would make when I drive her off the edge.

  The orgasm that rocks through me is unsatisfactory and tasteless. Exactly the same way life’s going to be now that I know she exists and I can’t have her.

  5

  * * *

  SIENNA

  This is too much.

  Too much.

  I was managing to act fine and proper even if my whole body buzzed around him. I made small talk and hummed and ate like a normal person.

  Even if all I could think of was this hunk of a man between my legs.

  Groaning, I press the covers tighter around me. The storm still rages on outside, the night is a black wall, but it’s not yet eight in the evening.

  And here I am, being the grown-up, hiding under the covers.

  But what else could I do? His touch left a lingering feeling. His hand is so big his fingers covered my whole fist and wrist.

  I’m alone with a man I know nothing about. I know his name and the name of his daughter and that’s it. He’s a stranger, a stranger the size of a door. He could break me with a flick of his wrist.

  My body should be having a fleeing response.

  Instead, I’m fighting this overwhelming sensation blooming between my thighs.

  I’m not very experienced — okay, I’m not experienced at all — but I’ve kissed some boys. They’ve touched my breasts and shoved my hand on their crotches.

  But nothing ever made me feel this way.

  Like I’m hot and cold all over. Like I’ve stuck my finger in a power socket and electricity runs all over my limbs, making my hair stand on end.

  My panties are no longer damp. They’re soaked.

  I don’t know how but this man has such power over me.

  And I want him.

  But there’s nothing I can do. He’s so much older. He might think I’m stupid for coming all this way. Innocent. Gullible. Even more after I’ve told him about how Laura will pay me. He’s all rippling muscles while I’m a small curvy woman that’s been saving my V-card.

  I’m a fool for having driven here. Now I’m stuck with a man that will never want me.

  Pressing my legs together, I groan to the pulsing down there. To the lust that has pooled low on me and won’t leave.

  I know I won’t be able to sleep until I find a way around this.

  So I slip off my pants. I let them drop out of the covers to the floor. Slowly, I press my fingers over my covered pussy.

  I’m so hot down there. So wet I can feel it through my panties.

  How did Zach do this to me? He only touched me once and on my hand. God, I can only wonder how hot his body must feel against mine.

  He must be solid as a rock under that shirt.

  Pressing my eyes shut, I picture him. Broad shoulders and hard pecs. I imagine myself raking my nails down his chest and over his abs. He definitely has abs. Oh, and that V muscle on his hips.

  I run my forefinger up and down my cleft, liquid fire making me moan. Sliding my hand inside my panties, I part my knees to have better access to my pussy.

  I’m so wet it’s easy to skate my fingers over my clit. The hard nub makes me drop my head back in sweet pleasure as I imagine Zach’s beard scratching the insides of my thighs.

  God, his beard on my thighs. That would be heaven.

  My body heats up as I imagine it’s his tongue on me. I kick the covers and slide a hand under my shirt, finding my boob. Oh, yes, the feeling of his beard tickling my breasts, my neck. I shiver at the thought of him kissing my neck.

  He could easily cover me with his body. Parting my legs further, I press a finger to my entrance. I moan, imagining him invading me. Taking me.

  Marking me as his.

  I rub my fingers over my knot until I’m hovering over the edge. I know it won’t be bliss. No, I know it’ll be nothing next to the pleasure he could make me feel.

  But if that’s all I can have then I’m taking it.

  I feel no cold as I crest that wave, as I change the image on the back of my mind from Zach sucking my breasts to him licking my pussy and pounding inside me.

  And I’m unabashedly spread, moaning his name, salivating as I picture the girth of his member sliding over my tongue.

  The lights come up before the orgasm. I don’t understand it for a moment — I only ever see exploding lights in front of my eyes when I have an especially good one.

  It takes me a moment to catch up. The moment it takes for my breath to hitch, a second after I’ve moaned his name.

  The lights are on. The room’s lights.

  My eyes snap open as I press my knees together, turning to find Zach standing by the door.

  His wide eyes hold no offense. There’s not even much surprise there.

  All I see in his eyes is heat. Terrible and bright lust.

  6

  * * *

  ZACH

  My cock goes hard so fast I’m dazed for a moment.

  I knocked. She didn’t answer. I opened the door an inch to check if she was sleeping, but I heard sounds.

  Blissful sounds.

  So I called her name. Still, no answer. Then I turn the lights on…

  Once more, I wonder if it’s a dream.

  Sienna’s sprawled on the guest bed. She’s kicked her pants to the floor and her knees are parted. One of her hands is inside her panties, moving as she touches herself. The other’s under her shirt, pressing her tit between nimble fingers.

  There’s bliss on her face.

  And my name’s on her tongue.

  She gasps as she notices I’ve turned on the lights. She presses her legs together and looks up at me with wide eyes.

  I should apologize and leave. To catch a girl masturbating? She has the right to be insulted. Mortified.

  But I have been fighting whatever this is between us. I have jerked off twice since she got here, all because I thought I was scaring her off.

  And here she is. Touching herself thinking of me because she feels the fucking same.

  Sienna says nothing. Her green eyes darken as her gaze runs down my body. I make no effort to hide the raging hard-on pressed against the fly of my pants. Her gaze doesn’t waver.

  She doesn’t cover herself. She doesn’t send me off.

  I take a step inside the room. Her gaze comes up to me but she says nothing. Instead, her tongue comes out to lick at the corner of her lip again.

  “Fuck, little girl,” the words claw their way up my throat and out my mouth. “And here I thought I had frightened you.”

  Sienna tilts her head to look at me. Still pressing her knees together, she pulls her arm from the wetness between her thighs. Propping herself up on an elbow, her skin glowing with a pink hue, her gaze meets mine.

  “I told you,” she mewls. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  Ano
ther step inside the room. “Then what is it, little girl? Why did you run off?”

  She swallows. “I don’t… I don’t know what’s going on.”

  I stand beside the mattress. I devour her smooth legs, plump thighs, the curve of her hip. Her shirt rides up her waist, revealing the expanse of the rolls of her stomach.

  She’s perfection. Every inch and curve and vale.

  “What do you mean, sweetheart?” My fingers brush over her raised knee. She shivers and I watch her eyelids flutter with just that touch.

  Her chest comes up, heaving. “We’ve known each other for a couple of hours,” the words stumble out of her. “We’ve been in the same room for half an hour at the most. And yet…”

  “And yet?” I kneel on the bed, bringing both my hands to her knees then brushing my fingers down her thigh until I’m gripping her panties.

  “Yet… There’s this… Aching. This… throbbing.”

  “Is that why you were touching yourself?” Slowly, I pull her panties over her thick thighs. She lets me take them off.

  With the flimsy cloth around her ankles, I bring my hands to her knees and part them.

  She lets me. My gaze comes down to her parting pussy lips.

  Perfection.

  A grunt leaves me. My cock aches so hard to be buried inside that beautiful, soaked cunt. Her lips glisten with her juices, and I am dying to touch her. To drink of her.

  To fuck her.

  Sienna nods, looking up at me with an intense gaze. “But I thought you wouldn’t want anything with me.”

  I scoff. “I could say the same. Ever since you walked through that door, I can only think about this sweet body of yours. About tasting your lips. About burying myself inside you.”

  “So… Maybe… Maybe we could get this out of our systems?” She licks her lips. “Just once, you know?”

  My heart breaks a little inside my chest. I won’t lie, the rejection hurts. But I knew it would be hard to have her. I’m older, retired, living away from everyone else.

  Why would she love a man like me?

  Shifting my weight on the bed, I press my hands to her sides and lower myself over her body. Sienna gasps as the hardness of my member meets her swollen parts.