5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys) (3 page)

This had been her place to relax and wind down. That was why she came here. She wasn’t some anorexic cardio bunny who just visited the gym to show off her wispy thin figure. Sarah was a real athlete, with strong legs, a generous curvy body and a talent for sports. The gym was where she came when work got rough, or when she just needed to relax. She would bounce the ball, make a few baskets and it would always make her relax.

But not tonight. Tonight, she had shown up and someone… Michael Sullivan… had been there and now, she was not at all relaxed.

She sighed and shook her head as she watched him bounce the ball toward her.

Sarah took a deep breath. He was so damn cocky. That was the real problem. It certainly wasn’t the fact that he was the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on. Sure, he was tall, lean and ripped, with broad shoulders and wash board abs, but there were plenty of guys like that at the gym who had tried to flirt with her over the years. It was something else that she couldn’t put her finger on that flustered her so much. Maybe it was something about the dark, nearly black hair and those bright green eyes that seemed to make her heart skip a bit.

“Point!” he shouted, while her mind was elsewhere.

Sarah looked up to see the ball slipping through the basket and realized her lapse in concentration had cost her the game.

“You win,” she reluctantly admitted. She knew she could have beaten him, should have beaten him, she corrected herself.

“Do you want to try again? Double or nothing?” he asked, tossing her back the ball before she even knew it was coming her way.

Sara caught the ball quickly, but didn’t toss it toward the basket. Instead, she took it and held it against her hip. “Don’t you have somewhere else… anywhere else you could be?” she asked with frustration.

“The schedule says its open court time,” he snapped back, as he got closer to her. “And I feel like playing a little bit of basketball,” he said stopping entirely too close to her, “You do know how to play basketball right? The ball has to go into the net.”

He was standing close to her and she could nearly feel the heat from his body on hers. Add that to the way he was staring at her and he had her totally distracted.

“Well then,” he asked with a rakish grin, “are you just going to stand there or are you waiting for me to show you how it’s done?”

She knew it was a challenge, but right then, she didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let him get the better of the situation—even if he was cute when he smirked like that.

“Okay,” she said passing him the ball, “Go for it.”

Before she knew what he had in mind, he had passed the ball back to her and had moved to stand behind her, “First, you have to hold the ball like this,” he said as he pressed his body against hers, holding her round hips from behind and making a show of teaching her how to play.

When she told him to ‘go for it’ that was not at all what she had in mind. His strong hands slid along her arms, moving them into position while his muscular legs pressed against her soft hips. Sarah knew she should say something, explain that wasn’t what she meant, but when his hands slid along her body, her mind went blank and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing his hips into her plump butt as he leaned in to her.

Sarah sighed, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. She could feel every muscle in his body flexing against hers. She gasped, wanting to say something, but the words never escaped her lips.

“Now just focus on the basket, and then follow through,” he whispered into her ear.

His breath on her ear was tantalizing and she found herself thoroughly distracted.
Focus.
That was easy for
him
to say. Her body heat was rising with every breath. Her skin tingled under his touch and she could feel the warmth spreading between her legs. Damn him!

Okay, focus,
she told herself. She shifted her hips just a bit to try to get a better stance and then realized that there was something hard and thick pressing against her butt. Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t help but to smile as she realized that he seemed to be enjoying the physical contact just as much as she was.

His hands slid slowly along her arm and then down beside her. When he finally took a step back and was no longer touching her, she realized that she missed the feeling of him next to her.

“C’mon,” he said, behind her. “Now shoot!”

He backed off momentarily, and Sarah realized she was not thinking about the ball, or the basket, but about the way he felt standing so close to her. Her mind was wandering and all she could think about was how good it felt to have him pressed up against her and how much she missed it.

Finally, she managed to pull herself together a bit.

Instead of taking the shot, she turned around, and passed the ball back to him. “I don’t think so,” she said simply.

She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction… strong muscular legs or not.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, looking her over with a smile. “Is something else on your mind? Are you too distracted?” he said.

She blushed as she realized that he knew what she had been thinking.

Seeing that he had her unsettled, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and stripped it off in one seamless motion. Puffing up his chiseled chest, he stepped toward her, a rakish smile on his lips. “Can’t do it with distractions?” he asked as he tossed her back the ball. “Maybe you need some practice?”

Sarah’s fingers gripped the textured skin of the ball, held it close and then she shoved it back. It smacked against his taut abs.

His sexy glare made her nervous. They were nose to nose, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. He wasn’t saying anything.

“Let’s see you do it first,” she provoked, staring him right in the eye. “Go ahead,” she urged, arching her eyebrow. “I’d like to see
you
make that basket, before you start giving me tips.”

Michael huffed under his breath.

She dramatically stepped aside to give him some space.

“Fine,” he finally groaned, holding the ball to prepare his shot.

Those were the words Sarah hoped to hear.

“Remember to focus,” she added with a smirk as she lifted her tank top up and over her head. She took it off, tossed it to the ground and stood there in nothing more than her thin sports bra. She pulled it down just a bit, knowing what her full breasts looked like when they were nearly falling out of the small garment. Smiling, she tossed a glance his way.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if he was going to make another sarcastic comment or jump her. She didn’t know what he was thinking, but she knew she had his attention. She stood her ground, staring right back at him and waiting for his response.

“Oh, sorry,” she scoffed, “am I distracting you?”

He didn’t answer, and instead just kept looking at her.

“That’s what I thought” she said grabbing the ball from him and holding it under her arm.

She watched as Michael’s eyes made their way down the curves of her barely-there sports bra, around the plump curves of her waist to where the ball rested against her hip. Sarah couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her. A soft expression crept across his face, replacing the confident expression he had been wearing all night. Realizing that she finally had the upper hand, she pressed her advantage.

“How about this? If you miss this shot,” she added, “you have to leave me alone and let me practice.”

“Is that what you really want?” he asked with a small frown.

“Yes,” she snapped back, hoping it sounded more confident than she felt.

She watched as his brow buckled for a second, then released its tension. There was a long moment of silence then, without warning, he grabbed the ball from her grip and tossed it backwards toward the basket.

Even without looking, she could tell that he missed. He wasn’t even close.

She found herself excited that she had actually gotten the better of their exchange. She turned to watch the ball fly past the net, and then turned back to him with a triumphant smile on her face. “Ha!” she teased, as she saw the dejected look in his eyes. “You missed!” she gloated as she strode over to where he was standing.

She was smiling at him, until she looked at him. The expression on his face wasn’t quite what she expected.

“I’ll let you practice,” Michael finally said, breaking the silence.

“But…” she started to argue, reaching for him, and then caught herself.

“No, you’re right,” he told her. “I’ve been bothering you,” he added, walking off the court.

“But…” she started again and left the words hanging. Sarah was left with her mouth hanging open uselessly as she tried to compose herself.

Despite what she had said, her heart sank as she watched him walk off the court. She might have said she wanted to have the court to herself, but somehow, now that he was leaving, it didn’t seem like what she really wanted. The exchange of emotions left her feeling vulnerable and confused.

She forced a smile and reached for her tank. Pulling it back over her head, she grabbed the ball and tried to focus on her practice and not on the man who had just walked away so easily.

* * * * *

Michael was stunned. What just happened? As he sat alone in the men’s locker room feeling foolish he replayed the night in his head.

He should have just kissed her, he thought to himself.

From the moment he had seen her he knew he was attracted to her. Her full hips and powerful legs had made his mind wander in all sorts of inappropriate ways. He had been determined to get her attention and to keep it.

But Sarah seemed so determined to make him leave. She probably just brushed the whole thing off, forgot about him and finished her workout, he reasoned. By now, she was probably in the locker room, thinking about something else as she showered off. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he thought about her in the shower naked—those soft hips, those luscious curves.

“Damn,” he mumbled to himself, wishing once again that he had kissed her when they were standing there so close together.

A rush of emotion took over him as he sat there not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to leave it just where it was. She would be showered soon, on her way home. Maybe he would see her again, or maybe he wouldn’t. That was what worried him the most. He had been attracted to her body and then even more attracted to her spirit. The thought of letting her go was not something he was comfortable with accepting.

Or…he could go after her.

When she was standing there staring at her all he could think about was how sexy she was. Her lips looked so soft, so plump, so delicious. Her breath was so sweet; her smile so sincere. And her body against his felt so sensuous and sexy. The thought alone sparked a swelling in his shorts and he knew then that his desires for Sarah were more than just curiosity. The longer he hesitated, the harder he became.

It’s now or never
, he thought to himself.

Before he knew it, he was making his way into the women’s locker room to find her and finish what they started.

He knocked on the door waiting for a response and was somewhat surprised when he didn’t get one. He pushed the door in and looked around. The lockers lined the room, but there was no sign of Sarah, or anyone else. Calling out her name, he entered the forbidden room expecting to be called out at any moment. When he realized that there was no one around, he walked down the tiled hall and heard the sound of the shower water running.

Then, he turned the corner toward the large shower area and saw her.

Michael could make out the outline of Sarah’s body through the steam. She was every bit the form of a Goddess, with her round hips, soft thighs and plump breasts. His shorts immediately tightened again. She was sexier naked than he had ever imagined.

He stopped – suddenly nervous. What if she wasn’t really feeling the same way? What if she really wanted nothing to do with him? What if she didn’t feel the same? The questions began to overwhelm him.

But no matter how many arose, the same few words kept rising to the top. It's now, or never.

If the look on Sarah’s face on the court said anything, it said that she felt the same way.

As he stood there, watching the water cascade down her soft skin, he knew he had to act. His body was tense, his heart racing. He wanted Sarah more now than ever. And, in a moment of wanton lust, he slid his shorts off and confidently walked into the showers, through the steam toward her.

* * * * *

“Sarah,” he called out softly.

“Michael?!” she squealed, noticeably startled as she covered her breasts with her arms, “What are you doing in here?”

“Shhh,” he whispered, as he walked over to stand in front of her. “Before someone hears.”

Sarah’s heart was pounding out of her chest. Despite the hot water and steam, she was covered in goose bumps. A warm tingle rushed over her skin and between her thighs as she watched the water slide over Michael. She couldn’t help but to stare as the water slid down his muscular chest and even lower. He was every bit the man she imagined him to be.

Slowly, he took a step toward her and she didn’t move. His hands glided around her waist as he wrapped his arms around her, his athletic body molding against her hips. Leaning his lips in near her ear, he sighed.

“I think our game isn’t over,” he said softly.

Nestling into his embrace, Sarah whispered back. “Is that right?”

“Maybe I’m not ready to give up and leave,” he whispered.

Sarah giggled under her breath as she pulled his body closer. “No?” she asked with a smile, “Then what do you want?”

He slid his hands over the curves of her hip and Sarah stopped thinking about basketball. His touch was like fire on her skin, as his hands made their way up over her soft stomach, slowly grazing her wet, soft curves. Circling gently, he explored the ripe curves of her breasts, sliding his fingertips over her erect nipples as they hardened under his touch.

Continuing upward, he traced the lines of her collarbone, along her shoulders and back up her neck. The steam was thick as he took a deep breath, as he leaned down, and kissed her.