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I laugh, “Don’t be so sure they’ll be huge, Bear. I’m a big girl. Your clothes might be tight.” I can’t help but point out my flaws. I don’t want Bear to think his clothes are going to envelop me like they would a skinny girl.
“Don’t.” The words come out of his mouth growly and sharp.
“What?” Surely, he doesn’t care if I make a joke at my own expense. I’m curvy and bigger than other girls. I’ve come to love my curves, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
Bear comes close to me, closer than I think he’s ever been in my life and says, “Every fucking inch of you is perfect. I won’t have anyone, even you, say otherwise.” He looks desperately at my lips and then abruptly walks away. I finally release the breath I was holding and swallow the air my lungs need. What the hell was that? How am I supposed to act like that didn’t just happen? Bear Lawson just said that my body is perfect.
Chapter Three
Bear
What the fuck was that?I was so close to Holly I could have counted the freckles across the bridge of her nose. When she cracked that joke about her size, I saw red. I know that she had some trouble in high school with people making fun of her, but I’ve always loved her curves. I thought that she had learned just how sexy she was too. I listen when she and the girls chat at the bar, and I’ve always heard her talk positively about her body. It’s a masterpiece of curves and dips and so many places I want to explore. My dick is hard behind my zipper. It’s hard anytime I think about the woman.
I don’t know if I can survive a night in the same place as her. The need for her is too strong. How bad of a friend would I be if I told Holly I loved her? That’s different than just trying to sleep with her. I don’t want this to be some one-night thing. I want forever with Holly.
Honestly, even though he’s been my best friend for a long time, and I love him like a brother, if I had to choose between Dax and Holly — I’d choose her.
I look around the loft. Christmas is two weeks away and I haven’t done any decorating up here. Usually I would, but this year I’ve been putting it off. If my mom saw the state of the loft, she would be furious. Maybe Holly would like to help me decorate tomorrow if we can’t get out. She always avoids anything to do with Christmas, but if it’s just us maybe it will be different.
A quick look out the window shows that the snow is still falling fast and piling up. If this continues through the night, we might be here together for a day or two. Stuck inside with Holly for several days is my idea of a fantasy come to life.
I hear the water turn on from the bathroom in the only bedroom. As I head to the kitchen, it hits me that there is only one bed. I didn’t even think through how this was going to work. I’ll sleep on the couch and Holly can have my bed. There’s no way I’m going to have her sleep in this drafty living room.
I make quick work of heating up the soup. I’m putting it on the table as Holly walks out, dressed in my sweats and looking sexier than a woman has a right to look. She’s pulled her hair up in a bun thing on top of her head and is completely clean faced. She’s so beautiful, I’m finding it hard to find words.
“Can I help with anything?” she asks as she makes her way to the table.
I manage to shake myself out of my stupor. “No, I think it’s all ready. Would you like a glass of wine or something else to drink?”
“A glass of water would be nice.”
I pour her a glass and grab a beer from the refrigerator for myself. We sit down to eat and after a few minutes the silence is killing me. “I’m sorry, Holly.”
She looks confused. “Sorry?”
“I didn’t mean to come on so strong in there. I just didn’t like to hear you be hard on yourself.”
“Bear, I wasn’t really being hard on myself. I like the way I look. It’s just a reflex at this point to make a joke. Like a defense mechanism. I made the joke so you wouldn’t.”
I grab her hand. “I would never say anything like that. I think your body is beautiful, sexy…” I stop. I can’t go any further with this or things will get out of hand. “I just think you should love the way you look.”Like I do.
Holly stares at me and keeps her hand in mine. Either of us could pull away, but neither of us do. Her voice is so soft and low as she asks, “You think I’m sexy?”
Fuck it.
“Sweetheart, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I dream about your curves. I wake up every morning hard because of you.”
Holly’s face turns red, but she still doesn’t pull her hand out of mine. “I think about you too.”
“Yeah.” I pull her gently by the hand I’m still holding until she’s standing before me. I let go of her hand and grab her hips, pulling her in closer. “What do you think about?”
Her hands are on my shoulders as her body sways toward mine. “I think about kissing you.”
“I dream about that too and so many other things, sweetheart, so many other fucking things.”
Our bodies move toward each other. Unable to stop the pull between us, I gently place my lips against hers. Just that small touch and I’m lovestruck. I pull her tight against my body. Sitting in the chair with her between my legs isn’t ideal, but now that we’re kissing, I don’t want to stop. I never want to let her go.
She runs her fingers through my hair as we explore each other for the first time. I never thought this moment would happen. I slowly pull back from her and look into her eyes. She looks dazed and unfocused.
