Page 58 of Sins of Innocence

What if the soft flesh under them that pads my body turns him off?

What if that kiss was an anomaly and the chemistry between us fizzles once he sees the body that bore three children and hasn't seen the inside of a gym since high school?

What if that hot expression in his dark eyes banks into a barely there fire?

Show him and find out, my inner hussy challenges.

Right here in the kitchen?

Right here. Right now.

"Show me." His growl sends lightning bolts of want straight to my core.

Oh lord. I'm going to do this, aren't I?

Common sense left the building when I started texting in all caps to Allison and it's not coming back anytime soon.

I am doing this.

My gaze fixed on his face, I reach down and grab the hem of my t-shirt. I can't believe I'm doing this.

I really can't. But the hem of my tee is sliding up my skin.

Kieran's eyes flare with heat and he licks his lips. Licks. His. Lips.

Like he can't wait to taste.

Are we doing that? I silently ask myself in panicked shock.

If we're lucky, my inner hussy purrs.

"More," he demands.

And without my brain's conscious say-so, I give him what he wants, lifting my shirt up and up until the hem is at my armpits and my full breasts with their already engorged nipples are on full display.

He moves so fast that I swear it's less than a second before he's up and out of his chair and kneeling on the kitchen floor beside me. He grips the chair under my thighs and lifts to silently rotate it so I'm no longer facing the table but him.

The expression on his face? There's no disappointment there. Only raw desire. "Tell me I can touch."

I nod but because his eyes are fixed firmly on my chest, he doesn't see it. "Y—" I clear my throat. "Yes."

And then – apparently because I want him to know just how touch starved my ladybits are – I grab his big hands and bring them up to cover my breasts. Just the press of his palms against my hard peaks sends lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Well?" Is that sultry voice mine?

Am I seriously asking him if he thinks my boobs are pretty? Rhetorical question. I one-hundred percent am.

He started it, my inner hussy reminds me.

Shifting his hands to cup the side of my breasts, his thumbs brush over my excited nubs. "Gorgeous."

The lightning bolts of pleasure are turning into a category five hurricane complete with the howling wind of need blowing through me.

He squeezes my globes, testing their weight in his hands. "So fucking beautiful."

Those hands are so big. His hard, calloused thumbs brush all the way from the underswells of my voluptuous breasts up over my nipples and the top swells without rotating his wrists.

I never thought I was into big men, but everything about Kieran and his fantasy warrior sized body does it for me.