Page 50 of Royal Charmer
I still. I’m not sure where to begin with that. Yes, it’s a compliment, but it’s also a sad state of affairs for a woman as passionate as Alice.
She goes on, filling in the blanks. “I always thought keeping the light off was more flattering for everyone, you know? But Ilovedseeing you in all your manly glory.”
A wide smile spreads across my face. “Thanks.”
“And you made me feel beautiful,” she whispers.
My arm tightens around her. I hate that anyone made her feel less than. “That’s because you are.”
She kisses my chest. “Thanks. And I actually liked being on top. Usually I’m on the bottom.”
“By your choice?”
“Well, yeah, then I don’t have to worry about crushing you with my weight or that my boobs bounce too much.”
I pause at this, part surprised that she thinks she could actually crush me and part aroused thinking of her bouncing boobs. They’re magnificent. She’s magnificent.
“It was nice of you to hold my bouncing boobs,” she adds.
I bite back a laugh. “Yes, well, I aim to please.” I focus back on her sad lack of orgasms. “You never climaxed during sex before? How could you stand being left unsatisfied?”
“I was ultimately satisfied. You know, after.”
“After sex?”
“After he fell asleep.”
I burst out laughing. I can’t help it.
She glares at me. “What’s so funny?”
I try to contain myself. “Nothing. At least I know you like sex. You just haven’t had the right lover before.”
She huffs before admitting, “You’re right, and I deserve great sex. I’m a healthy woman with a decent libido and an indecent imagination.”
I kiss her. “Now that I can work with.”
“Totally,” she says on a sigh. “Did I crush you when I was on top? I’m not a lightweight.” Her gaze shifts to the side. “Understatement.”
I cup her jaw and turn her back to me. I want her to see the truth in my eyes. “You could never crush me. I’m six feet of solid muscle, and you’re a tiny thing.”
Her brow wrinkles, vulnerability lurking in her eyes. “I’m not tiny. Five feet five is average, but I’m also what you call a curvy girl. Surely you noticed. They didn’t even have my size at the shop.”
I run my hand down the slope of her back and over her curvy ass, giving her a squeeze. “I don’t care what size dress you wear, and I’ve been lusting after your lush curves since the first time I saw you. I know I’m a pig. You can hate on me for that, just let me enjoy you.”
She smiles that smile that wraps around my heart. “You’re a sweet pig. And you sound sincere, but I’ve seen pictures of you with many twiggy women with giant fake boobs, no hips, and long pencil stick legs.”
“I wantyou, Alice. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone before.”
She goes very still, and I tense, afraid I’ve screwed up, needing her so much.
“You mean,” she says slowly, “that maybe you didn’t know what you were missing with those other women?”
“Yes.” She said it so much better than I could.
She hugs me, plastering herself against me. Heat radiates through my chest along with a bone-deep sense of satisfaction. She has real affection for me, and it’s a fantastic start.
I stroke her soft hair. “While we’re discussing all things sexy, here’s something to improve your male point-of-view scenes, men are visual creatures. For the man, it’s about seeing and then feeling sexy curves, and primal urgency. That’s it. No man spouts poetry in the heat of passion.”
