Waiting On The One (Player Loves Curves Book 3)

by Hope Ford

  She licks her lips and is looking up at me with wide eyes. Just a kiss, I tell myself. Just one kiss. “May I kiss you, Jackie?”

  She barely starts to nod her head before I’m cupping my hands on each side of her cheeks and pulling her against me. When our lips touch, it’s like I’m drawn to her and I can’t get close enough. I tilt her head to side, deepening the kiss. She melts into my arms as if we’ve been together for years instead of just meeting today. She fits against me like we were made for each other and I slide my hands down her shoulders, down her back and lock them behind her, pulling her hips against mine.

  I start to pull my lips away from her and she whimpers. The soft sound makes me groan and I plant my lips on hers again. I want to touch her. I want to run my hands up and down her body and feel every inch of her. Her large breasts are pressed against me and it’s as if I can’t catch a breath. I force myself to break the kiss, and I drag her against me, holding her head against my chest. Her arms go around me and we stand there, just like that until I can finally breathe again.

  I could stand here forever, but the sound of the security guard going by on his golf cart pulls me out of my trance. I throw a hand up to wave at him before looking down at Jackie. Her eyes are shining in the darkness and her lips are swollen from our kiss. She looks hungry for another one as her tongue swipes across her lower lip. I rest my head against hers.

  I know she wants me to ask her to come home with me and it’s killing me not to. But there’s no sense in rushing it. “Jackie?”

  “Yeah?” she whispers as her hot breath hits my neck.

  I contain my trembling body. “Will you go out with me tomorrow night?”

  She smiles up at me. “I’d like that.”

  4

  Jackie

  I have to admit that I like how he treats me. I expected him to take me back to his house after our dinner last night, but after a few kisses in the parking lot, he helped me to my car and watched as I pulled away.

  He is something else. My lips are still tingling from the kisses he gave me last night. He texted me this morning and told me to wear my bathing suit under my clothes for tonight’s date. I’ve been a nervous wreck all day and sort of freaking out about the fact that I’m wearing a bathing suit and not sure exactly what we’re doing. I had convinced myself that a safe one piece was the way to go, until about ten minutes ago. I finally said to hell with it and put on my high waisted bikini bottoms with the matching black halter bikini top. I figure there’s no sense hiding who I am; he’s going to figure it out before long.

  When he picks me up, the same throbbing in my lower body is back again. Just being near him does it to me. I smile shyly at him. “So, where are we going and before we go, I just thought I should tell you, I’m not that comfortable in a bathing suit.”

  I decided before he picked me up that I would just be honest with him. Maybe that will change his plans for the night. But he surprises me. He holds on to my hand, pulling it up between us. He traces his finger across my palm and my whole body tingles from the simple touch. “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I think it will be fun. I’d like to do this with you, but if you’re uncomfortable we’ll do something else.”

  Tilting my head to the side, I look at him. Seeing the excitement on his face, I know I’m not going to ruin the night for him. “Okay, so where we going? The lake? A waterpark?”

  He just shakes his head. “Nope. Somewhere more private.”

  He drives us to a brick building downtown. I look up and down the street. “Uh, there’s no pool here. At least not that I know of.”

  He laughs as he takes my hand in his and leads me to a blacked-out door. Before he opens it, he asks, “Do you trust me?”

  What a loaded question. I mean I just met him, but my gut is telling me I can trust him. I shrug my shoulders. “Yes, you haven’t given me a reason not to.”

  He kisses my cheek and opens the door, ushering me in.

  It has to be the most colorful room I’ve ever seen. There is paint everywhere. We stand in line and all the people are laughing and having a good time around us, and my belly is filled with nerves. When we get to the front of the line, Reagan tells the woman behind the counter, “I reserved a private painting room under Reagan Kline.”

  “Oh, Mr. Kline, we are thrilled to have you, and uh, your friend here,” she gushes at him before looking at me. I try not to fidget under her scrutiny. I know she’s wondering what he’s doing with me, heck, I’m sort of wondering the same thing, but I don’t let it show. I smirk at the woman and wrap my arms around Reagan’s waist and smile at her. She stutters, “Please, follow me, and I’ll take you right back.”

  I follow behind them and as soon as we’re in, the woman puts her hand on Reagan. “If you need anything, please let me know.”

  He gently pulls away from her. “We’ll be fine. Thank you.”

  I watch as she walks out and then I look at the room. There’s paper covering the walls, a big drop cloth in the center and a table set up with paints. “What is this place?”

  “We’re going to body paint.” He walks to the edge of the room and starts taking off his shoes. Then his socks, then his shirt. Somewhere in there, I forget that I’m supposed to be breathing. When it hits me, I take a deep breath and drag oxygen into my lungs.

  “Body paint? Like paint our bodies?” In fact, I can’t take my eyes off his. I know I should be looking at his eyes, but I can’t look away from his hard, muscled body. I’ve never seen perfection like this.

  He stalks over to me, taking the bag that’s holding my sunscreen and towel off my shoulder. When he sets it aside, his hands come back and caress my shoulders. “I’m going to paint your body and you’re going to paint mine,” he tells me, his eyes taking me in.

  I gasp at his words. “Uh, you’re going to paint me?”

  He laughs and his deep voice echoes off the walls of the room. “Yes. This is supposed to be freeing, let us get to know each other and be more comfortable with each other. Are you okay with this?”

  His worried expression snaps me out of it. All the men I’ve dated before had me planning the night out. And now I have Reagan who made all these plans for something new and exciting and I refuse to be a stick in the mud. “Sounds fun. But I’m a little shy about uh, my body.”

  He just shakes his head. “You won’t be for long. Can I paint you first?”

  I barely nod my head and he’s got his hands on my shirt helping me out of my clothes. When I’m standing in front of him, he lets out a low whistle and my face turns red. “I had no idea.” He grunts the words at me before turning away toward the paints.

  I stand in the middle of the drop cloth and he comes at me with paint brushes and a tray of paints. He starts at my arm, painting a smiley face. Then he moves to my shoulders and my collarbone. When he drops to his knees, I can feel his breath run over my stomach as he paints swirls, hearts, and flowers on my exposed stomach, hips and thighs. My knees go weak as though I might melt onto the floor at any moment.

  Reagan

  It’s so tempting to dip my face and nuzzle her pussy through the bottoms she’s wearing. I can smell her arousal through the thin material and it’s driving me crazy. I’m learning every curve of her body and I wish I was using my tongue, or fuck, even my hand instead of a paintbrush. When I paint her thighs, she moans, spreading her legs apart. It would take hardly any effort on my part to slide her bottoms to the side and take just one taste of her. But I don’t.

  When I paint behind her knee, she starts to giggle and jerk, laughing like I’m tickling her. “Reagan. No, I’m ticklish there.”

  I grab on to her thighs, pulling her toward me again. “Good to know,” I tell her huskily.

  She’s staring down at me and I’m looking up at her. I know she’s turned on, because I’m sure the same look I see in her eyes can be found in mine. She takes the paintbrush from my hand. “My turn.”

  I stand on the same drop cloth in o
nly my swimming trunks as she starts to swipe the brush across my body. Her full breasts brush up against my chest and biceps as she moves around to paint tribal symbols on me. I’m hard as a rock at first contact. She takes her time, painting my pecs and abs with admiration shining in her eyes.

  When she licks her lips and bends forward to paint my lower abdomen I think I’m going to lose it right then. The image of those perfect bowed lips wrapped around my cock fills my head and I can’t shake the image no matter how hard I try. I try to hide my erection, but I’m pretty sure she’s aware of my physical response to her.

  I almost reach out for her to pull her in closer when she looks up at me with a trusting smile that reminds me she deserves better.

  I shake myself out of the trance and berate myself. Stupid fucking standards, just as a knock sounds on the door and the woman’s voice rings through the door. “Time’s up.”

  5

  Jackie

  Since we’re both covered in paint, Reagan stops and grabs a pizza and we take it back to my house to eat it. We find out we have more things in common, like pepperoni and banana pepper pizza. The whole painting experience has me completely on edge. My desire for Reagan is intense and my body feels like it’s vibrating just thinking about him. I never dreamed I would be comfortable doing something like that, but Reagan put me at complete ease. He made it fun and didn’t let me be insecure about any of it. I mean, it was obvious that he’s into my curves and the longer the night lasted, the more confident I became.

  As soon as we get to my house, I leave him sitting in the living room to go take a quick shower to get all the paint off. It takes everything I have not to ask him if he wants to join me. But I don’t want to be too forward with him. So instead, I flip on the sports channel, hand him the remote, and leave him to clean up.

  When I’m done showering, he does the same and I know that I’ll never shower again without thinking of him being naked in there. Finally, now that we’re both clean, we have the pizza box on the coffee table in front of us and we eat while we talk. I can barely eat anything. Whether it’s me being easy or not, I don’t care, I want to jump his bones, he’s so hot. Tonight’s date was just like foreplay and I’ve been wet since he first put the paintbrush against my skin.

  We no sooner finish our food and he’s pulling me closer to him on the couch. I go easily, until I’m pressed up against his side and I can feel the heat of his body against my skin. His breath is hot against my neck as he asks me, “Tell me, did you have fun tonight?”

  He puts an open mouth kiss on my neck right when I’m about to answer, causing me to moan. He pulls away and when I’m looking into his eyes, I tell him honestly, “I didn’t think I would. I’m not that comfortable with my body, but yeah, I had a great time.”

  He looks surprised and his big hand cups the nape of my neck. “Your body is perfect.”

  I snort right in his face and then put my hand over my mouth, embarrassed. Rolling my eyes, I tell him, “Yeah, right.”

  He pulls my hands down until he can see me clearly instead of me hiding behind my fingers. “You know what you do to me, right? I mean, I tried to hide it, but you saw how my body reacted to yours, didn’t you?”

  I have no words, so I just nod my head, remembering the big bulge in the front of his shorts that I tried to ignore earlier. His thumb strokes across my cheek. “Well, that’s no lie, honey. I can’t be around you without it being painful. Fuck, just seeing you does that to me.”

  I pounce on him then, no longer able to hold back. His body, his words, his smile puts me over the edge and I’m willing to give him anything he wants at this point. I pull my shirt over my head and my bare breasts are there, right in his face. He stares at them before he opens his big palm and covers each of them, caressing them until my peaks are hard and aching. When he puts his mouth on my breasts and suckles me, my whole body feels it and I push my core down into his hard cock that is straining against the zipper of his pants.

  When I reach for the zipper of his pants, he stops me. What the hell?

  He must see the hurt in my eyes, and I pull my top back on quickly.

  I try to lift off him, but he stops me by gripping my hips and holding me in place. He starts to explain, but I don’t want to listen to him. “Even though I want you so much, I don’t want to rush things. I like you too much to ruin what we have.”

  Dammit! I scream in my head in frustration. He could have me right now, no questions asked. I’m so hot for him, I can barely stand the pangs of desire zooming through my body at full force.

  His finger lifts my chin so that I’m looking at him. “I want you, Jackie. I don’t want you to doubt that. But I want to wait. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

  I want to argue with him, but I don’t. I’m already embarrassed that I feel like I’ve pushed myself on him, so I just nod my head and start to pull away. But he has other ideas and stops me from moving again. “Honey, you don’t get it. I’m not turning you down. I just want you to be sure when we go that far. We just met and I don’t want you to think I expect this from you already. I know it’s going to happen for us and when it does we’re going to light up the sheets. But I want you to be sure. Because when we do take it to the next step, I don’t think I can let you go after that.”

  He’s so sincere, he makes my chest ache. I rub my hand over my heart and nod my head at him. I know he’s right. And there’s no doubt that he wants me, I can feel the proof of that pressed against me right now. “I get it.”

  His hands are still digging into my hips, so I sit back down on his lap and he grimaces as I come across his hardness between his legs. I smile at him, knowing at least I’m not the only one hurting here.

  He pulls my hair away from my face. “I want to see you again. I have practice tomorrow during the day but how about I pick you up tomorrow night?”

  I nod my head at him. “Sounds perfect.”

  When I walk him to the door, he has me pressed against it and my lips are on fire. He possesses me with every touch and every kiss. When things start to get heavy again, he pulls away from me, telling me he’ll see me tomorrow.

  I wave at him from the doorstep. That’s fine. I can wait it out as long as you can, Reagan.

  6

  Jackie

  “Six dates. We’ve been on six dates and still no sex,” I groan into the phone. Even I can hear the sexual frustration in my voice. I’m too embarrassed to bring it up to him again, so I’ve called my friend Naomi needing to vent to someone.

  I’ve never felt such pent-up desire before in my life and I don’t know what to do with myself. Naomi must hear the desperation in my voice because she tells me, “I’m coming over.”

  Only thirty minutes go by and there’s a knock on my door. When I open it, Naomi is standing there with a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I let her in and she goes straight for the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and spoons before taking it all into the living room. I just follow behind her because Naomi knows me well. Mint chocolate chip is my favorite and it makes everything better. Well, almost everything.

  “So where is loverboy tonight?” she asks me as she starts dishing out the ice cream into bowls. Her honey blond hair is pulled into a ponytail and she has on her signature jean shorts and Converse. One of my favorite things about Naomi, besides the fact that she’s always there for me, is her outlook on life. She’s laid back and always tells me the truth, whether I want to hear it or not.

  “He’s at an away game series. Tonight’s his third game and he’ll be back tomorrow,” I tell her, taking the bowl and spoon from her hands.

  She sits cross legged on the other end of the sofa. “Okay, so have you heard from him since he’s been gone?”

  I try to keep the blush off my face. “Uh, yeah, he usually texts me during the day while I’m at work and then he calls me after the games. We usually talk for an hour or two.”

  Naomi sets the bowl down on the arm rest. “Okay, so does he say a
nything? He misses you? He can’t wait to see you?”

  I roll the cold cream on my tongue and nod my head. “Yes, both of those things. And well, I know he wants me. Like, I’ve felt how much he wants me, but there’s no follow-through. I mean, isn’t that weird? Six dates and besides some heavy make-out sessions, he always pulls back. I mean I’m going crazy here.”

  She laughs at me. “You know you sound like a guy right now.”

  I can’t help but laugh too. “I know. I sound like some hussy in heat, but damn, Naomi, if you even knew. The man is h-o-t. And super sweet. I just don’t get it. How is this so difficult for me and he just acts like he’s fine?”

  She points the spoon at me. “You know what you need to do? When he gets home tomorrow, invite him over for dinner and then serve it to him wearing sexy lingerie. Then you’ll know for sure if he’s into you, gay, or what his problem is.”

  Remembering the feel of his hard cock pressed into my thigh, I blurt out to her, “He’s not gay, I know that.”

  She picks up her bowl again. “Good. Then make it to where he has to go for it. Those breasts and that ass… he’s not going to turn you down.”

  I can’t help but laugh at her antics. Naomi is a good friend. She always knows what to say to make me feel better.

  I blush just thinking about Reagan coming home tomorrow. When I catch myself getting caught up in a daydream, I change the subject. “So what about you? What’s new in your world?”

  She stuffs her mouth full of ice cream before leaning her head back on the couch. When she finally lifts her head, I can see the frustration on her face. “Well, to get my mom off my back, I let her talk me into going out on a blind date that she picked out for me.”