Sex by the Numbers (BBW and Alpha Males) (4 page)

He knew he wasn’t bad looking. He had thick black hair compliments of his mother and his muscles were courtesy of the long hours he put in on his construction sites. But tonight he was going against some stiff competition. Grimacing inwardly at his second bad pun of the night, he sat his glass aside. He’d definitely had enough to drink.

While the woman continued to study the tablecloth with
alarming intensi
ty, he studied her. Her dark
hair was thick and lustrous, curling slightly around a smooth face dominated by wide green eyes
he’d only caught
a brief glimpse of. A set of pouty lips
made his dick jump at the thought of what he’d like her to do with them.

“Damn.” He shifted on the st
ool
try
ing to rev back the throttle his brain
had
put on his body
. He hadn’t even met her yet. Didn’t even know h
er name or if she was available –
or interested.

That was the tricky part. Working up the courage to put yourself out there. Getting shot down was never fun, but he’d never know if he didn’t at least try. Leaving his empty glass on the bar, he walked toward her table, keepi
ng his eyes on the woman’s down
bent head as he
dodged
and weaved
through the mass of bodies obstructing his path.

“Hi.”
Smooth Eric
.

At least it got her att
ention. Her big green eyes widened as she stared up at him, a look of disbelief flitting briefly across her face. That small hint of vulnerability tugged at Eric’s heart and a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He wondered if she knew how easy she was to read.

“Hello.”

Her voice was soft and melodic and Eric tho
ught how well it suited her. Up close, her skin was flawless perfection and he’d bet it would be heaven to touch. To stroke.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” His hand rested lightly on the back of the chair next to her.

An embarrassed blush stole across her cheeks. “Oh, yes, please.” She put a hand to her flushed cheek. “I don’t know where my manners are.”

Eric pulled the chair out just enough to make room for his big body, leaving it close enough to hers that their knees touched as he sat. He felt encour
aged when she didn’t move away.

“My name is Eric Daniels
. What’s yours?”

“Emily. Emily, umm. Emily
.”

“Too soon for last names?”

“Maybe.” She held out her hand.

When his hand closed around hers, Eric felt an electrical charge that went straight to his groin.

Something about this woman made every other woman in the room fade away. She exhibited an air of wide-eyed innocence and a sultry-come-hither vibe at the same time. The combination was as erotic as hell and Eric found himself
vowing to protect her from the wolves in the room while simultaneously wanting to
throw her on the table and fuck her like a
two dollar whore.

“Can I buy you a drink, Emily?”

“I’d like a Pink Flamingo, please.”

Her smile nearly took his breath away.

The waitress who brought the drinks was different than the snooty one before and Emily was glad. She didn’t need drop dead gorgeous doing any comparison shopping.

“Have you ever been to one of these parties before?”

Emily nursed her drink and tried not to openly stare at the hunk of manhood sitting so close that his blue jean clad knees
brushed hers.
The rough denim against her
silk stockings made her pussy clench. Would his calloused hands feel as good
against her naked thighs as
he held them open before he went down on her?

He was a lot of man. And she liked big men. He was also a man she didn’t want getting away.
She couldn’t see the entire
number on his chest;
his
very large
arm was covering the right
hand side. All she could see was an eight. But h
eat stoked t
hrough her.
He wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t his type, would he?

No. H
e was totally focused on her.

For now.

If she wanted him to stay awhile, she’d better find her tongue.

Oh the things she could do to him with her tongue.

“This is my first one.”

“What?” He shook his head, touching a hand to his ear indicating he couldn’t her over the music and the crowd. He leaned in closer and so did she.

Shit, he smelled good.

Emily licked her lips and felt her inner diva clap as he followed the movement with heated eyes. “My first.”

“
Do you need to see my numbers
, Emily?” He took the white card from his chest and laid it on the table between them. The numbe
r eighteen started up at her and for once in her life she was
grateful for her size.
Was it possible that this man could want a woman like her?
Hol
ding her gaze, he reached behind his back
and found
the other card
.

A number one followed by a two. She couldn’t control the small gasp that escaped.
Y-e-s-s!
She’d hit the jackpot.

The heat in his eyes flared brighter. “Are you interested in finding out what goes on in those back rooms, Emily?”

Well, hell, Eric
hadn’t meant to cut to the chase like that. He was usually a little smoother. But the deep vee of her blouse gave him a perfec
t view of her ample charms and the throb behind his zipper short circuited his normal charm.

“I’m not sure what you mean.
”
A small sexy
frown formed between her brows and he knew the innocence he felt radiating off her was real.

“Don’
t answer that yet
. Let’s get to know one another a little bit first.”
He
knew he had to slow down even though his dick was dying from the mental
strangle
hold he’d put on it. Eric put a warm hand on her knee, stopping her words with a shake of his head.
He squeezed the
soft flesh
. “Okay?”

He was overpowering, potent, sinfully male.
And his virility surrounded Emily
like a fog, locking her in
a
sensual haze that had nothing to do with the alcohol she’
d consumed
.
An inner voice screamed loudly for her to shed her inhibitions, tamp down her fear, and f
ollow this man wherever he led.

But what if you can’t satisfy him?

She mentally beat back her
self-destructive
self-esteem.

“I’d like that.” She smiled
seductively
and her inner diva applauded again.

For the next several minutes they exchanged the usual personal information and she learned that he owned his own construction company, was presently building
his own
house in the suburbs (oh my!), enjoyed sports (shocker), and had a brother named Josh.
She finally gave him her last name and he rewarded her with another firm squeeze on her leg. It wasn’t her imagination when his hand landed an inch or two higher than before.
She wanted Eric’s hands there – and everywhere.

“I’ve never been married but I’m a firm believer in the institution.
I come from a large
extended
family. My parents have been married for a long time.
”

Hmmm
.

“Your turn.” He leaned closer, his expression full of expectation.

Emily took a sip of her drink and blinked away her doubts about attracting this man. He seemed totally interested in her
. I
f the looks she’d caught him directing down her blouse were any indication, interested in her body as well.
Hopefully his numbers hadn’
t lied
.

Her nipples hardened under yet another blatantly hot look. She arched her back slightly, pushing the hardened points against the silky material of her shirt. His eyes widened and a small hiss escaped from between his mobile lips.

“I’m single.
”
S
he laughed as he mouthed the word “whew” and playfully wiped a hand across his strong brow.

“
I live in an apartment near the busin
ess district. I’m an only child and
I’m
originally
from Massachusetts where my parents still
live.
I enjoy w
atching TV
from t
he comfort of my king-sized bed
and I love to cook
.”
She sounded like a game show cont
estant but grinned when his eye
brow rose at the mention of the size of her bed.

Let him
think about that
comment
and all it could mean
.
Her inner diva was a little
flirt
with a little booze in her.

“Hey brother, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

As much as Eric loved his brother, he wished he’d just stayed away. Weren’t there enough women in
the room to keep his attention?

“Emily, this is my
baby
brother, Josh. The one I told you about.”

Emily smiled up at a younger version of Eric. Josh was nice looking but he wasn’t manly in the sexy way that Eric was. At least not to her. But the wide smile on his handsome face had her liking him immediately.

“It’s nice to meet you, Josh.”

“It’s
very
nice to meet you, Emily.”

The kiss he bestowed on the back of her hand was sweet, producing none of the electrical current that Eric’s handshake had.

“She’s taken, brother.”

The
sternly spoken words both shocked and pleased Emily. She’d never had a
man display any type of
jealous
y
over her before.

Josh took the comment in stride, grinning down at his brother.

“Mind if I sit down for awhile?
I’m trying to get my second wind.
” He didn’t wait for a response and pulled a chair out beside Eric. He lounged casually, his long legs tucked carefully to the side and ou
t of the way of passing bodies.

“What are you guys talking about?”

He seemed oblivious to the “get lost” looks he was getting from his big brother but Emily found them fascinating. She also felt just a little bit sorry for Josh. It was clear he still had some growing up to do.

“Emily was telling me about herself.” The words unsaid were
so go away and leave
us alone
.

Josh smiled, either ignoring or not getting his brother’s message that he wanted to be alone with Emily.

“Oh yeah? Well do go on.” He smiled at Emily and she saw Eric’s eyes narrow.

“Yes, please do go on.” Eric turned his attention back to her, ignoring Josh completely.

She looked from one to the other, caught again by the expression in Eric’s eyes. He made her feel like they were totally alone, just the two of them. She blocked Josh’s presence and concentrated on the face mere inches from her own. It wasn’t hard to do.

“I went to Catholic school in
Massachusetts and after graduation, moved down here with my best friend, Jennifer, to attend college. I’m celebrating my degree in psychology tonight.” She lifted her half-empty glass in a mock salute to herself and fin
ished the contents with a long swallow
.

Eric almost
swallowed
his tongue. “So, umm, you were
a C
atholic school girl?”

Dear God, he
groaned
at
the images that provo
ked. Her in a school uniform. A c
risp white blouse,
a
tight
navy
blue sweater,
a short blue and green
pleated s
kirt, bobby socks and loafers. And h
er hair pulled back in a pony tail which he
could
let down with one tug of his hand.

“All the way through high school.”
Out of her whole speech, that’s what he’d heard? Typical male response.
She may not know a lot about men, but even she was aware of that fantasy. “I loved the uni
forms. Have you ever seen one?”

She could tell by t
he look on his face that he had –
and that he’d just imagined her dressed in one.
She could g
et used to that look
.