Page 12 of Curves of Steel

My figure skater. She’s curvy and soft with vanilla skin and eyes a man could happily drown in. There’s a sadness to her — but also an edge as hard as the blades on a pair of skates.

This woman’s badass, whether she knows it. She’s got curves, sure, but there’s no doubt in my mind — they’re curves of steel.

Throughout the night, as the sky turns darker and the air becomes cooler, we slowly inch toward each other. My eyes are on the movie screen, but my attention’s all on Michelle. I drink in her wildflower smell, feeling like I could never get enough.

I’m pretty sure the attraction is mutual because she moves toward me as much as I do toward her, like it’s impossible for either of us to resist the other.

Like we’re meant to be together.

Soon, we’re spooning, my body curled protectively around Michelle’s. I try to keep control of myself — of my cock. I like to think I’m a gentleman, but it’s been a long damn while since I had a woman this close, not to mention a woman like Michelle.

At one point, her warmth and her scent are too much for me. My rod turns hard and ready.

I gulp the cool night air and will my body to calm the fuck down before Michelle realizes what’s happening.

I’ve just about got control of myself when her breath catches for a moment. She peeks over her shoulder at me. My neck heating in embarrassment, I offer what I hope is a reassuring smile.

Stretching, she plants a soft kiss on my cheek. Then she turns back to the movie, leaving me alone with my shock — and my ridiculous cock that’s just gotten far too excited all over again.

Then it’s my turn for my breath to hitch because she presses her body more firmly to mine — and swivels her hips against my hardness.

I swallow, hard. Is this really happening? Is Michelle Sincero, retired figure skater and full-time goddess, grinding her peach of an ass on my cock?

I pray this isn’t a dream, because I never want to wake up from a reality as good as this.

Gently, I pull her curtain of hair back so that her neck is exposed. Goosebumps rise in the light shining from the movie screen. Moving slowly to give her plenty of time to protest, I lower my face to her neck until I’m a breath away from her tender flesh.

She holds her breath and keeps churning her hips.

I take that as a green light and trail whispers of kisses along her jugular and up the line of her jaw.

She shivers, goosebumps rising higher — just like my cock.

If I could have my way, I’d make love to this hell of a woman right here.

But we’re at a family film, and we’re at a school. I like to think we have more self-control than a couple of horny teenagers. And even if we don’t, we’ve got our dignity . . . right?

At the moment I’m not sure. All I know is that if this keeps going on much longer, I’m going to start losing control.

With a sigh of regret, I scoot back on the blanket a little. I can still drape an arm across Michelle’s delectable belly, but there’s some space between our nether regions for the night air to flow in and cool me down.

Michelle rolls over, propping herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching my face. “Are you enjoying the movie?” she asks.

This is is not the question I expect. I splutter for a moment, then shrug. “It’s a classic, I guess.”

“So you want to stay to the end?”

I narrow my eyes, feeling like she’s getting at something I don’t quite understand. “Sure, unless you have a better idea.”

A smile curls over her pert lips that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention — along with other parts of me. “I do . . . if you’re game.”

When she murmurs the last word, her palm cradles my hardness through my jeans. I clamp my jaw shut to bite back my yelp of pleasurable surprise.

“Yeah,” I say in a husky voice, “I’m game.”

Her dark eyes flash. “Then let’s get out of here, Dan Dorsay.”

“You’re on, Michelle Sincero. But first, I want to do one thing.”

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