“Let me get the check,” David announced before standing then moving around the screen. Once he disappeared from view, she let out a pent-up breath, allowing her shoulders to droop, pulling at the muscles bunched in her back. The area between her legs needed relief too, but she doubted any type of stretching would help with that.
Suddenly, David was behind her, his large hands on her shoulders. His warmth threaded through her, making her breath catch. She could feel his hot breath as it fanned over the back of her neck to that point just below her ear.
“Time for dessert, Diana.”
Chapter 15
Tucked into bed beside David, Diana let bliss light the room around her with fireworks. Her body weightless, her heart finally slowing, her breathing still ragged but definitely not as ragged as it had been minutes before when David had given her yet another orgasm.
Beside her, David was lying on his side, his right arm thrown up over his head as he caught his breath, his muscular chest rising and falling most hypnotically.
There was silence in the room as they both regained their equilibrium.
Finally, David broke the silence. “After…” His gaze shifted to her, watching her. “Why did you leave?” She didn’t have to ask to know he meant that first night. Was he really wondering why she’d left him? Wasn’t it obvious? Wasn’t it what he wanted?
Was it what you wanted?
Her heart thundering, she sighed. “God, David, it was just one night. We didn’t even exchange names. It was supposed to be fun and then done.” Scrambling to cover her naked breasts, she tugged on the sheet, but he held fast, leaning forward to secure it tighter to the bed.
She glared at him.
“It was supposed to be one night but…” He opened his mouth to continue but then shut it. His expression told her that there was more he wanted to say, his jaw muscles flexing as he held back his words. Finally, he said, “You had me at a disadvantage. You knew who I was the moment you saw me in Ayers’s building. It was I who was without the benefit of your name that night at the bar, and then later in my room. What I wouldn’t have done to know the name of the woman who made my cock explode deep within her. I would have growled out your name as I came…just as you screamed mine.”
“I did?” She couldn’t remember that, then again, she’d been a lot overwhelmed.
He curled an eyebrow at her, his smirk in place. “I wouldn’t have done my job if I hadn’t made you scream my name at least once.”
When she tried to slap his chest, he moved out of the way, chuckling. She used that opportunity to pull the sheet away from him and up over her chest. It was a thin and pathetic barrier, but it was one she needed if she was going to have this conversation.
“Well, I didn’t even know it was you until Margie told me who you were. Sure, I’d heard about you, but I’d never seen your face.”
“How is that possible? This gorgeous face is everywhere?” He grinned, his white teeth sparkling in the sunlight beaming in through the windows.
She rolled her eyes and pinched her lips, determined not to let his charm break her.
“On tabloid rags and financial magazines, no doubt. I don’t have time to read unless its legal documents or the nutrition information on the food in the grocery store.”
He furrowed his brow, his gaze sharpening.
“Why do you read the nutrition information?”
She shrugged. “So I can count calories and make sure my hips and ass don’t triple in size just because I splurged on bad fats and processed sugars.” It was bad enough she floved (fucking loved) her chocolate croissants, but she made up for eating those by watching what she ate the rest of the week. Chicken salads, sushi, and flavored tuna packets were her go-to when Margie wasn’t forcing her to have lunch with her somewhere. But even that usually ended up being some health food place that sold rabbit food in the guise of vegetarian fare. She loved Margie and she didn’t mind that Margie didn’t eat animals, but Diana couldn’t picture life without carne asada and BBQ beef ribs.
His steel eyes darkened to obsidian, his hands reaching out to grab at the sheet covering her. She swatted him away. He frowned. “Your ass and hips are just fine, Diana. Why do you think you need to worry about something like that?”
A flush flew up her neck, kissing her cheeks. Was he serious? “Because I’m plus-sized going on plus-plus-sized.” And she’d be even plussier once she hit the weight gain portion of the pregnancy.
“Is that supposed to mean something?” he asked, his tone incredulous.
She sneered. “Of course it means something. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with; thin, with perky tits, long legs, and faces made for magazine covers.” Lord she hated those women, and not because she didn’t look like them, but rather because she constantly compared herself to them. She knew she shouldn’t, that she was big, beautiful, and worthy of everything those women were, but that didn’t stop that hideous voice in her head, telling her that David preferred women he could be seen with, women who he could hang from his arm like a decoration.
That wasn’t her. She dropped her gaze from him, attempting to hide the flush of confusion heating her skin.
As if reading her mind—as he always seemed to do—he reached out and gripped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. “You’re gorgeous, Diana. I wouldn’t have fucked you otherwise,” David ground out, his eyes narrow and yet filled with fire. “I don’t make it a habit of taking unattractive women to bed.”
A thrill raced through her. He honestly thought she was attractive?
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