I’ve never felt this way, period, let alone about another human being, I only want to get closer, to somehow make a physical connection. I even forget my phobia of people for a second, forgetting I’m the plump girl people like to poke fun at rather than think about poking for real.
Straightening his tie under his dark blue blazer, he looks through my screen door, right into my eyes intently.
“Tell me you’re alright. Tell me this asshole didn’t hurt you.”
I stammer some more, then feel my legs going weak. I try to say something. Anything.
But looking at him standing there, taking up so much space so perfectly, smelling so good and saving my ass I just make a sucking sound with my mouth like a fish.
“I’m Kane.” he says hoarsely, easily letting himself in, suddenly getting within inches of me as I take two steps back and that’s when it happens.
I feel like something inside me has come loose, like a pin’s been pulled and I’m about to lose all control completely.
I moan out loud, my legs shudder again and I feel my eyes crossing.
I only manage to squeak “Trudi” before all is lost.
His face rushes towards mine, his deep growl of concern mixed with something I can only call ‘approval’ registers before everything goes black.
I’m out of work, fired. I’ve been evicted, saved by a god and now I’ve fainted.
And it’s only Wednesday.
CHAPTER TWO
Kane
Coming straight from the lawyers to finalize the purchase, I want to look over my latest acquisition. Real estate like this isn’t my usual thing, but accounting says I have to spend like crazy for the next quarter or I’ll be paying it all in tax.
The open courtyard style apartment block’s a little dated. Come to think of it so’s the whole area. Maybe I’ll knock it down and rebuild something more modern.
Walking up the stairs, I can hear a heated and very one-sided conversation. I smell sweat and stale cigar, but then something else.
Something sweeter that makes my pants creak a little in the crotch department.
As soon as I get to the top step, I can see what’s being transmitted. The scent of a goddess and all I can see is her perfect behind, giving an instant thickness to the heat-filled snake forming in my pants.
Her heart shaped ass looks like it’s begging for me through the worn fabric of a simple dress, white on white. I can also see the outline of her panties in the full light which makes me growl deeply with approval.
Her thick curves are moving under her clothes, which I could watch all day long, but she’s moving for all the wrong reasons and her mood isn’t how I want it to be.
She’s scared.
I’m not a ladies man, not by a long shot. But I am a man who knows what he wants and as soon as I see her curves from behind, I know I made the right choice in coming here today. In buying the whole building.
I should have stipulated I wanted everything in it too.
The most perfect ass I’ve seen is paired with the most thrust-ready hips. A body made for mine, I can tell. I’m a big guy. Hard with lots of chiseled edges. I need something soft and plenty of it to grip.
Her blond hair is up in a tight bun, showing the milky smooth skin of her neck and I somehow know she’ll have the most beautiful blue eyes to match the rest of her loveliness.
But something’s wrong, I can see it. I can hear it, I can sense it. It’s ruining my buzz and worse, it’s scaring her. Threatening what’s mine.
Some asshole’s giving her a hard time and I overhear two words before I stride on over to take over. ‘Lard ass and eviction.’
My jaw clenches so tight I can’t speak, it feels like I’ve snapped the tendons that make my mouth work.
I’m torn between eyeing her beauty from behind and breaking the peanut who’s grabbing her in half.
She lives here and she’s being evicted, I get that much from what’s going on. I do recall the name and description of Marco, the building’s super from the lawyer.
He’s getting rough with her and she doesn’t like it. I don’t like it either.
I’m the only one who should be touching her, but not like that.
She’s in my building, which makes her my property, figuratively speaking and once she cries out for help I know I have legal and active permission to render assistance in the only way I can think of.
By saying goodnight to Marco, who drops like a sack of shit, matching the smell which seems to waft up from him. At least I have her to myself now.
Not an ideal way to introduce myself to my tenants, but she’s different. Whoever she is, and I can only hope she doesn’t have a husband or boyfriend tucked away in there, otherwise they’ll be getting the same nose job Marco just signed up for.
She’s mine and I’m going to claim her and make her mine officially, whatever it takes.
My instinct is to comfort her, to let her know she’s safe now. That I’m here and Marco won’t for much longer, I’ll see to that.
I introduce myself, let myself in but before I can even say anything I watch her eyes roll and she’s going down.
I sweep her up into my arms before she can fall, she’s light as a feather in my arms and her full, stiff peaked chest pressing into mine is permission for my cock to grow to full attention.
Nobody can see, but I hope she can feel it, pressing into the soft curves of her perfect ass now, making me growl again as she lets out a half sigh, half moan as she feels my hard body against hers.
In two steps I’m standing over a couch, telling myself I can put her down now, but I can’t.
I look around the
