Page 12 of His Curvy Obsession

“Why, do you have some condition I should know about?”

She mentally groaned. “No. I just.”

James growled low in his throat, startling her. “You just what, Olivia.” He cupped her face in his hand. “And be very careful what you say right now, sweetheart.”

She saw the darkness in his eyes. The tightness along his cheekbones. She didn’t understand. “I need to watch my weight. I’m fa—”

His mouth slammed down on hers before she could finish her sentence. His tongue thrust inside, dominating her. This wasn’t a kiss meant to be shared, it was a kiss meant to exert control. But even so, Olivia couldn’t resist tangling her tongue with his, kissing him back as best she could with her limited amount of experience.

Nothing could have prepared her for this type of kiss.

James fought for control as Olivia returned his kiss, her mouth eager, if not experienced. He’d kissed her in anger, wanting to stop her words. Didn’t she know she was perfect just the way she was? He couldn’t wait to show her just how much she turned him on.

Now, his body warred to life, hungry for the curvy beauty in his arms. He pulled her closer, as close as he could in the limited space. His fingers curled around the back of her head, holding her still so he could plunder her mouth. She tasted so damn sweet. The kisses and touches on the boat had only fueled his imagination. This one would star prominently in his dreams. Hell, he’d probably go home and jerk off just thinking about it.

He’d damn well almost rubbed himself raw yesterday.

The sound of their dinners being placed on the table brought James back to his senses. He pulled away, placing his forehead against her. “Damn it, Olivia.”

Olivia gave a soft giggle. “Don’t curse at me. I didn’t do anything.”

He glanced down, happy to see the smile curving her lips. Lips that were swollen and red from his touch. Lips, he suddenly wanted wrapped around the hardness of his cock pressing against his pants.

“Yeah, you did. You tasted too damn delicious.”

He smiled at the blush that covered her cheeks as she straightened away from, unwrapping the silverware, and placing the linen napkin in her lap. “This is what looks delicious.”

She pulled the plate of hot food in front her without glancing at him.

James had known she wasn’t anything like the women he usually dated. They had been place holders as Matt had told him on more than one occasion. They were always tall, willow blondes, the complete opposite of the type of woman he wanted. He’d acknowledged his friends’ observation about his dating life. It was true, he’d used the women for sex, for championship until ‘the one’ came along. And, if he were honest, he hadn’t been ready for the one when he was younger.

But he was now. Hence, the opening of Club Curve. Just so he could meet someone.

Someone like Olivia.

His conscience reared its head. He knew he needed to tell her the truth about himself, that he was the owner of Club Curve and not a bartender before his lies caused irreparable damage. But not tonight. Tonight, he just wanted to get to know her, pretend a little longer.

He smiled, grabbing his silverware and digging into the delicious smelling food in front of him.

“I’m stuffed. You let me eat too much.” Olivia pressed a hand against her stomach, feeling pleasantly full. The meal, though simple, had been delicious. She reached for her glass of water. “So, was bartending something you always wanted to do?”

They had yet to really talk about their careers. Their dreams. She knew it might be too soon to introduce those subjects, but she wanted to know everything about him.

“Not, really. I kind of fell into it as a way to pay for college.” He hesitated. “To be honest, Olivia, bartending isn’t what I do. I was just filling in that night. Tell me more about your job.”

Olivia realized he’d changed the subject but didn’t pursue it. Hopefully they had plenty of time to get to know each other.

“I work for a public relations business. The branding mostly. I enjoy the creativity of it. It lets me dabble in different fields. The media. Marketing. Even some low key event planning.”

“It sounds perfect for you.” He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I get the impression you’d rather be in front of a computer than mingling with people.”

Olivia smiled, glad he’d picked that up about her. “That’s me, the new introvert. I have to interact with people, but I can do it via email or text. Not sure I would like my job if I were a few decades older.” She sighed. “In fact, I have a new client I have to meet in a day or two. In person.”

James leaned closer. “There’s no way they won’t love you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

The subject switched to their childhood. James was a little reluctant to tell Olivia his whole sad story, but realized if he wanted her, he had to open up, which meant telling her a little about himself. “I never knew my biological family. Like I told you before, I grew up in the foster care system. I got lucky when I was about ten and moved into a home where I got to stay until I graduated from high school. That’s where I met Lucas. We were misfits and caused trouble together, but we had each other’s backs.”