Talk Wordy To Me (His Curvy Librarian Book 1), Frankie Love [knowledgeable books to read .txt] 📗

about food. But then he nods in the direction of the take-out boxes on the bar countertop and I remember the chocolate lava cakes we ordered to go. “It’s a nice night out. Want to eat on the deck?”

“Lead the way,” I tell him.

We gather up supplies—the cakes, forks, our whiskey glasses and the nice crystal decanter it came out of in case we want more. Then Chuck guides me over to a sliding glass door that leads out to an expansive deck at the back of the house.

Chuck flips a switch on the wall and the space is illuminated by soft lights installed along the railings. It’s just enough light to see where we’re going, and to hint at the view of Golden Creek itself, which our town is named after, burbling in the distance.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” I say as my eyes adjust. It’s nothing like the sleek bachelor pad on the interior of the house—out here it’s soft and romantic and welcoming. A little chillier than I expected, but I’m sure the whiskey will keep me warm… or maybe Chuck can.

“My favorite part of the house,” he says. “You should see the view at sunrise.”

“I’d like that,” I say before I’ve got a chance to second-guess myself. I may not be too experienced with flirting, but something about Chuck makes me feel adventurous. Confident. Sexy.

He takes my hand and leads me over to the railing, where we set down our dessert and drinks on a wide ledge. He pops open one of the containers of chocolate cake, and I think he’s about to hand me a fork, but instead, he takes it back, smiling wryly at me.

“What?” I ask.

“I can tell that you’re hungry,” he says. “I see it in your eyes. But I don’t think it’s cake that you want.”

Heat crawls up my neck and into my cheeks. Am I that transparent? But I can see the desire in his eyes too, and I’m not sure a man has ever looked at me like that before. Chuck’s right—I am hungry for it.

My heart is beating fast while I wait to see what he’ll do next. I feel paralyzed, in the best possible way, surrendering myself entirely to him, to whatever comes next for us.

And then he casts the fork aside and takes my face in his hands, his fingers threading through my hair. I’m glad I wore it down, I think just before all thoughts cease and I give myself over to him.

He tilts my head up, brings his lips down to mine, his scruff scratching against my cheeks as he deepens the kiss. I don’t mind—in fact, I think I love it.

Chuck backs me up against the railing until my hips press against it, and then his body is against mine, his tongue teasing at my mouth. His lips are soft against mine, and his thick, dark hair is soft when I run one hand through it. But he’s also all kinds of hard—his abs against my belly, his biceps beneath my hands, his scruff against my cheeks… and I can’t wait to see where else he’s hard.

But then he draws back slightly, resting his forehead against mine and rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “You’re cold.”

“I barely feel it,” I breathe.

“I know how to warm you up,” he tells me, and whatever he’s got in mind, it’s already working.

I look into his eyes, like gemstones glittering in reflected light at this short distance, and I know I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.

“Come on,” he says, taking my hand and leading me away from the railing. He takes me over to a part of the deck I haven’t even noticed yet, a nook covered by a pergola and housing a large hot tub. “What do you think?” he asks, reaching over to turn the hot tub on. “I can go inside and get you a T-shirt if you want–”

But I don’t want to cover up. I’m done being shy—Chuck makes me want to be bold instead.

So I reach behind my back and draw down the zipper of my dress. I shimmy out of it and stand before him in nothing but a red, lacy bra and matching panties, and my heels.

“God damn, you’re hot,” Chuck says. “Come here, Cookie. I need a taste.”

6

Chuck

I can’t believe she just stripped down for me like that.

I’m sure I’ve never seen anything sexier than that little strip tease, I can’t tear my eyes off her body. What looked good in that cute little retro dress is absolutely mind-blowing in the flesh.

Cassidy’s got supple curves in all the right places, and her breasts are so full they threaten to spill over the cups of her little lace bra with every breath. God, I’d love that.

My cock is rock-hard and I’m practically salivating to get close to her.

She takes a few sultry steps forward, her emerald eyes full of desire, but then she arches a challenging brow and turns back toward the hot tub. Her plump round ass cheeks peek out from beneath her panties and I stare openly at her as she saunters away again. She’s teasing me, relishing every second, and I know I’ve met my match.

In fact, I think it’s more than that. I think I’m actually falling for this girl.

I watch as she bends over and unbuckles the straps of her heels, then steps out of them. Her hands go to the clasp of her bra and she pops it open, letting it fall, and then she steps out of her panties too—never once turning around, knowing that my eyes are locked onto her.

I’m tearing at my tie and kicking off my shoes when she goes up the three-step staircase and then into the bubbling hot tub. Finally, standing on the seating within, submerged up to her knees, she turns around to face me.

Her nipples are taut, her glistening pussy peeking out beneath a neatly trimmed bush. God damn, what am I doing wasting