Love Handles

by Candi Heart

  Holy, moly!

  I brushed my curls and dabbed on lipstick, then added some green liner to my eyes. There, done. I rushed out to the front room. To keep a man like him waiting? Then I forgot he was even coming. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he just up and left.

  Nope, there he sat at my small breakfast bar on a stool.

  Stepping forward, I cleared my throat.

  He raised his gaze and his eyes looked me over. “Again, beautiful.” He smiled shyly. “Though, I liked the other outfit better.”

  Confused, I asked, “Other...?”

  He gave me a playful wink.

  “Oh!” I laughed nervously and my cheeks heated up. “My birthday suit.”

  He laughed hardily. “Yes, my mama always calls it that.”

  “Mine too.” I stepped closer.

  He pushed my mug along the bar. “Have a sit and a cuppajoe.”

  I giggled. He was so cute. I sat down and raised the cup, taking a sip. The man had seen my body and I still felt a little nervous siting with him just casually as if it had never happened.

  “Is it made how you like it?” he asked.

  “Yes, it’s great. Perfect.” Like you.

  He patted my hand, which was resting on the bar. “Good. So, how are we going to crash this stick bitch’s party?”

  I turned my head to stare at him. “You really wouldn’t be interested in it.”

  “I think us waltzing in and you introducing me to these spaghetti girls who’ve humiliated you in the past sounds like fun to me. It sounds like you’re on a roll today.”

  “You know what? You are absolutely right.” I took another sip. “I mean, today has been Brave Emilie day, after all.”

  He stared at me. “Oh?”

  “Yep, after four years of being Novak’s fetch girl, it’s over. I’m the one who ended it.”

  Nick laughed. “Dammit, I’m sorry I missed it. It must’ve been quite the tell-off, as he never shuts the hell up. The man is an ego unto himself. Yes, his designs are good, but his attitude is...” He shook his head. “Someday, he’ll be sorry he lost you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I doubt it. He really couldn’t care less about me.”

  Nick lifted my hand up and kissed it gently. “What a fool. Both as a man and a designer. I saw those sketches, and if you produce anything only half as good as those, you’re gonna hit the bigtime. And you know what the best part is?”

  No, I really had no idea. I shook my head.

  “I’ll be there to see it. I’ll be a part of it.”

  I lowered my gaze. Wow, the man moved fast and spoke his mind. I hoped he was right, but I still felt insecure. I did feel stronger, more emboldened, but as of yet, had not made it far enough to know if I would be bigtime as he just said. I let out a sigh. My future was open now and I wondered how prominent this man would be in it.

  Chapter 12

  “SO, MY SWEET EMILIE... are you ready?”

  Snapping out of my worried thoughts, I set my cup down. “Yes, Mr.—I mean Nick. I’m ready.” I grabbed my keys and we went out into the hall. I shut and locked my door.

  “So, I hear the music somewhere,” he said.

  I raised my head. “Yes, they’re on the floor above us—or should I say Pamela is.”

  He grinned and offered his hand. “Let’s go.”

  I took his hand and felt the shock of a spark. “Oh!” I laughed.

  Clasping my hand tighter, he said, “We make electricity together.” His voice purred.

  Trembling at his tone, I could only nod.

  He chuckled. “It’s probably static from the carpet, but I think we should take some of the credit, right?”

  I shot him a big smile.

  With a sigh, he leaned in close. “I sure wish I saw more of that smile.”

  Wow, if he talked any more with that sweet, sexy tone, I was going to drag him back into my apartment and forget the skinny biatches.

  He pulled me along, taking the choice from me. Thank goodness! I thought, as he was way too tempting as it was. We made it up the stairs and headed down the hall.

  Nick stopped suddenly. He turned to look at me. “Okay, now follow my lead. You trust me?”

  I wanted to nod yes—but did I really? I was terribly afraid to trust him. He could really devastate me, but wow, what a way to go, right? I nodded.

  He smiled at me. “Took you long enough to answer that.” He let go of my hand. “Now, stay right here.”

  My smile fell away.

  “Trust me, this will be great.” He walked down the hall to the door where all the noise was coming from and knocked heavily.

  Pamela answered the door and opened her mouth to speak. Then her eyes rounded and she became mute.

  “Hi, I heard the music and wandered over.” Nick gave her a dazzling smile.

  What the hell was he doing? I wondered.

  “Oh!” Pamela flushed pink. “Well, Mr. Hottie, come on in!”

  He nodded and then stopped and turned as if he’d just spotted me. “Oh, wait there’s my date.” He gave me a nod.

  Pamela looked up and her huge smile dropped away.

  I walked forward, my head held high.

  “There you are, sweetness.” Nick grabbed me up and gave me a deep kiss.

  I felt my knees turning to jelly as his hot mouth pressed over mine. Then he pushed his tongue inside, and I was gone.

  The kiss went on and on.

  His taste was better than I dreamed. His mouth was so hot, my body started to shake. What a kiss! I forgot where we were and what we were supposed to be doing. Um, we were in a hall. Yep, that is all I could remember.

  People, including Barbie-whatz-her-face, were at the door staring as we parted lips breathlessly. In fact, the entire apartment building’s occupants seemed to be gathered at the door, mouths agape and eyes wide.

  Nick stared at my lips and licked his own. He leaned in close to whisper to my trembling lips, “That was as good as I imagined also.”

  I was, of course, utterly speechless, as all I could do was nod. It sure as hell was!

  Nick turned to the crowd. “Oh, pardon me. How rude not to introduce myself. Nick Tessaro.” He waved at the gathered audience.

  Gasps and murmurs floated through the crowd.

  “Nick Tessaro the designer?” Pamela exclaimed.

  He gave a nod. “I see you’re wearing the Lavender line.” He gave her a dazzling smile again. “Then soon, you will have to buy a new Swan designer clutch to go with it.”

  Pamela nodded her head and opened her mouth to speak.

  “You know what, though?” he asked.

  They were all ears now as they stared at him. The females were all fighting to get a front spot at the door.

  “Um, y-yes?” Pamela replied as someone pushed her from behind trying to get out the door to Nick.

  “I’m sorry, but after that kiss, I think we will be going back to her place. Have a good night.” He turned away and grabbed my hand. “Come on, sweetness. I have a beautiful night planned for us.”

  Finally finding my voice, I was ready now to play along, “Oh, like last weekend?”

  He chuckled. “No, even better. You did say your apartment has a large shower, yes?”

  I nodded.

  “Good, ’cause I want us to try it out.” He pulled me along. “I want us to have some time alone.”

  I just had to get another look at their faces, so I turned my head back and gave a small wave. “Bye, girls. See ya later.”

  Nick led me down the stairs, and we laughed together like a couple of schoolkids. We got to my door and I unlocked it. We both fell in as we laughed loudly together.

  “Oh, bene! That was too much fun!” He swiped at his tears.

  “Did you see their faces?” I kept laughing. “All of them.”

  Nick shut the door and grabbed me up, setting me against it. “The truth is, though, I want another taste of Emilie. I’m sorry I just up and kissed you like that. I mean, I know it w
as sudden and you did not expect—”

  I grabbed his face and cut off his words as I kissed him hard.

  Looking startled, he wrapped his arms around me and moaned into my mouth.

  I, of course, gushed into my panties with the sound, and he, too, let out a moan, low and throaty.

  He growled into my mouth as he reached down, grabbed my ass-cheeks, and squeezed.

  I had no idea I was just gonna up and kiss him like my life depended on it. But after that last kiss in the hall, it was like smack! I had become addicted fast.

  He smoothed his hands all over my back, my waist, and then he passed his hands over my breasts.

  I shivered. Yes, his hands were wonderful, just like the rest of him.

  Pulling his mouth away, Nick rested his forehead on mine. We were both breathless. He gazed deeply into my eyes.

  I felt overwhelmed. By his kiss, his body, his hands, and now the hot gaze he was giving me.

  Gazing at my glistening, slightly swollen, just-kissed lips, he smiled.

  My panties were now ruined. The man could make me wet with just a look now. I am in so much trouble.

  “I am as hard as a rock, Em,” he whispered to my lips. “But that is nothing new. I have remained so when in your presence.”

  I shuddered at his words, that voice, especially when it purred at me. “I’m not hard. I’m soft—and wet, too,” I replied in a whisper, almost afraid to share.

  Chuckling, he replied, “Well, I promised we would use your shower, but I think...” He grabbed me up and swung my whole body into his arms.

  Gasping, I held onto his neck.

  He turned while carrying me and headed to my room like I weighed nothing He stopped at the door. I was in a Nick-induced daze again and just stared at him, and then I sniffed his yummy neck again.

  “Sweet Emilie?”

  Raising my head, I stared at his face. “Huh?”

  He laughed. “Open the door for me?”

  My eyes rounded and I reached down, and then turned the knob.

  He kicked the door open and strode over to my bed.

  I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Should it happen? I tossed out the doubts. Live a little, I could hear Jenna cheering me on. Grab this man! I giggled as he laid me down.

  Nick stood up. “Something funny?”

  My smiled dropped. “Just too much inner musings.”

  He raised a brow at me. “I must not be interesting enough, yes?” He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away and dropping it to the floor.

  Now those musings halted with a screech. Ohhh. Look at him! Yes, he had my entire interest now! Smooth, silky-looking skin, but so well-defined. I licked my lips. To get a taste...

  He reached down to his pants.

  Oh, wow! I’m going to get a strip show from hot Italian guy! My gaze was glued to his hands, to those fingers.

  He grinned at me. “Enjoying ourselves, are we?”

  Nodding emphatically, I did not say a thing, not trusting my voice to come out in anything but a squeak. You’re damn straight!

  His fingers unsnapped the button slowly, and he lowered his pants.

  My breath caught as I saw his rock-hard erection beneath a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. Casually, he kicked his shoes away and got rid of the now-offensive pants.

  My breathing picked up as I quivered all over. Damn if he touched me, I might climax!

  He slipped his fingers to his boxer briefs. My eyes remained on those fingers.

  “Emilie?” he spoke.

  My eyes rose up to his waist then to his abs, then next to that well-defined chest, and finally rested on his face. “Y-yes?”

  Shaking his head, he smiled. “Sit up.”

  Swallowing heavily, I sat up.

  Reaching down, Nick grabbed the hem of my sundress and tugged it out from beneath my ass, then pulled it up and off me. His eyes widened a bit as he stared at my body.

  Oh damn, here it comes. He realizes how big I am, and—

  “You have a red lace bra and black silk panties,” he mused with a bit of humor in his voice.

  Gazing down at myself, I saw that he was correct. “I-I was so flustered when you saw me... That I-I just tossed on what was on hand.” I looked back up at him.

  Nick growled. “It doesn’t matter, you are going to lose them quick.” He reached down and unclasped my bra.

  I caught his scent again and put my mouth on his neck to get a taste as he was bent over me.

  He froze as his body actually shivered. “Damn, that sweet mouth.”

  I felt stunned that he had reacted like that to my kiss on his neck. Suddenly... I finally... ultimately realized he did find me hot and my touch set him aflame. Empowered, Brave Emilie stuck her tongue out and licked all the way up to his ear.

  He shivered again and raised up. Then his eyes widened again as he stared at my breasts. “Oh, damn.” He immediately leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it in.

  I almost passed out at the sensation of his hot mouth on my nipple. Okay, I just died and went to heaven...

  Chapter 13

  MOANING AGAIN, NICK pulled his mouth away. “I want to make this last, but I want you so badly,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Wow, and double damn wow. I did not reply out-loud, as I was too lost in that hot, intense, dark-eyed stare of his.

  Lowering his hands, he tugged on my panties. I lay back and let him divest me of the ruined, wet underwear. Then, instead of tossing them away, he raised them to his face.

  Now it was my turn to widen my eyes.

  He took a huge whiff then moaned low.

  Gushing at the sound, I tried to swallow, but couldn’t. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed—I didn’t know what was.

  He dropped the panties and then spread my bare thighs. “A taste, I want a taste.” His voice had a growl in it as he sunk to his knees beside my bed.

  Stunned, I felt his fingers spreading my folds and his hot mouth latched on. I jumped and his hands pinned my hips down. The man then began to feast, licking, sucking, and then finally, his tongue entered my pussy.

  I had already been worked up, but I instantly came, and as I did, I screamed his name. Nick licked and sucked as if to get every drop, then squeezed my ass cheeks with his skilled hands. This move intensified my orgasm and I lost my mind as I panted and heaved. “Ohh. Oh. I never—I never,” I stammered out breathlessly.

  Raising up, he looked entirely satisfied with himself. “Again, better than I imagined.” He then stepped away from the bed.

  I gasped. Wait! That’s it? I whimpered, as I was too weak to rise up and look for him. Then he was there again. His cock was standing straight out, and a glorious sight it was. I had never seen such a long one in person. Oh my, he was built all the way through.

  Nick gazed intently at me as he gave his cock a sexy stroke. I gasped. Okay, now that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, it topped anything else he’d done. I whimpered and squeezed my thighs together with need. It was so instinctual, like my pussy muscles hurt with want and desire.

  He reached down and spread my thighs open. “I want you to open yourself to me, sweetness,” he purred.

  I panted; that voice needed to stop revving me up. I watched as he slipped a condom onto his rather large erection. This action in itself was sexy, too.

  Staring down at me, he whispered, “I need proof that you want this.”

  I gulped. What does he mean? Proof? He just made in come in sixty damn seconds! And, look at me! I’m laid out like a Thanksgiving dinner, sides included!

  “Spread yourself open, sweet Emilie, so I know I am invited in,” he purred again.

  Now I shivered. A man had never asked me to do this before. I hesitated, never having been the type to be an exhibitionist. With my weight problem, how could I be?

  He raised a brow at my and stroked his hard erection again. “So you are not sure?”

  I was sure, damn sure; I wanted him. What? Did he
think I was an idiot? Then I realized he was waiting me to open myself literally to him. I lowered shaky fingers to my folds and opened myself to him.

  His face looked hard like he was barely in control of himself. He simply stood above me and seemed to bask in the moment. “I dreamed of this,” he whispered in a low tone as he lowered his body to mine. He then again latched onto a nipple and drew it in as he moaned long and low.

  Damn, I was gone, my mind flying away, my body totally in control as I raised my hips up in hopes to capture that prize wrapped in a condom.

  He switched to the other breast and sucked and licked at his leisure.

  “P-please,” I begged.

  He raised his head up. “Tell me what you want, bella. Tell me what you need.”

  There again, a man had never asked this. I never did the dirty sex talk and wasn’t sure how to do it. “I-I need you inside me. Please... Nick?”

  His eyes blazed at me now as he grabbed my legs and raised them up. “This will be a little rough. I wish to plunge into you deep.”

  Gulping again, my body trembled as I nodded.

  He pulled his pelvis back then plunged in just like he’d said, and filled me up. “Paradiso!” he seethed as he gritted his teeth. “I knew you would be tight and hot, but...” His words fell away as his whole body grew rigid. He seemed to be fighting something.

  I felt fuller than I’d ever felt; he fit me perfectly, and then some. My body shuddered and when he pulled back out, then gave me just one deep stroke—I felt myself starting come again. “Ohhh!” I gasped out.

  His face grew tight again, as my pussy squeezed him. “No, Emilie, ohhh...” His pace quickened with swift, decisive thrusts. My orgasm hit a crescendo as his rapid movement drew more out of me. I cried out when I came again, his body stiffening at the same time. He lowered his mouth to mine to swallow my cries and whimpers. His kiss was the deepest, yet as he thrust his tongue in, his cock thrust into my pussy in perfect time.

  I saw colors and stars explode behind my eyes and I couldn’t catch my breath. It was the most exquisite orgasm—orgasms—I’d ever had in my entire life.