“You need to go out, bud?” I asked him.
He replied with a softwoof.
I swung my legs out from under the sheet and reached down for my pants. After pulling them up, I made for the kitchen with Barney dancing excitedly next to me. I opened the door, letting the dog into the yard, and left it ajar for him while I wandered back over to the Keurig, loaded it with a pod, and placed a cup underneath.
“Hey!” a soft voice said from behind me.
I craned my neck to see Rosie padding into the kitchen.
Jesus, fuck.
I had to hold back a groan at the sight of her makeup-free face covered by huge black framed reading glasses. She wore tiny PJ shorts and a matching tank top, and her long, glossy hair was tied up in a messy bun with little tendrils falling down over her face and neck.
I leaned my ass back against the countertop and folded my arms across my chest while I eyed her appreciatively. “How the fuck do you look like that this early in the morning?”
“Like what?” she asked, her gaze dropping to my chest.
“Like a dream,” I muttered.
She pointed at me and twirled her finger in the direction of my torso. “Says you with all the chest.”
I flexed my biceps and pecs, making my man titties dance. “You mean this chest?”
She laughed, and I couldn’t help smiling at the joyous sound wrapping around my bones.
Holding my hand out, I softly ordered, “Come here, baby.”
She stared at me, biting the inside of her cheek nervously. “You’re bossy.”
I dipped my chin, keeping my arm outstretched, and repeated, “Rosie. Come here.”
She rolled her eyes, and I heard her quietly snip, “Oh, alright,” before moving across the kitchen toward me.
Health and fitness had always been a big part of my life. I’d trained from an early age and boxed for my unit in the Army. I ran most days and lifted weights, so a lot of my time had been spent in gyms. Therefore, I’d seen a lot of women with the so-called perfect body aesthetic.
But not one of them was a patch on Rosie.
She was tight, toned, and curvy with a little bit of jiggle in all the right places. Her ass was big, as were her boobs, and she had a rounded stomach and thick thighs with no gap to speak of.
And I loved it.
If I could think of one word to describe Rosie’s body, it would belush. I knew from experience that she was soft and sexy, and I’d fantasized about our night together more times than I cared to admit. Rosie Woods had top billing in my wank bank, and looking at her at that moment in her skimpy PJ set that left very little to the imagination, it was clear why.
My hand snaked out and wrapped around the back of her neck, and I gently jerked her into my chest. Everything about her made my senses take over because I ran my nose across her throat and cheek, breathing in her expensive, musky scent.
Rosie tilted her head back to look at me, her pretty brown eyes full of confusion, and she asked, “What’s going on here?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m fucked, is what’s going on here.”
Rosie’s eyes flared slightly, and I smiled.
Okay, so I may have been laying a lot out there, but I was far too old to fuck around and find out.
Throughout my life, I’d never needed much. I wasn’t materialistic. I liked nice clothes and sneakers, but I didn’t covet anything, and that went for women too. The girls I usually ranwith weren’t the settling-down types. I liked having fun with them, but I got bored pretty quickly.
But lately, that had changed, and if I had to pin down exactly when that change began, it was a few years before, when I spent the night with a certain curvy and very beautiful brunette with exotic eyes and a body that turned my brain to mush.
I’d always said I wasn’t the two-point-four kids and a dog type, but something about Rosie Woods caught my attention and held it steady, which was why recently, I’d done my usual flirting routine and even had a couple of make-out sessions, but none of it had felt right.
