Having recently discovered that there is a whole segment of the male populace who like their women large and bold, Jennifer Rose has finally learned to be comfortable with the fact that she is full-figured. To celebrate, she decides to take a walk on the wild side. The moment she spots the tall, blonde, handsome Rick Markham at a charity bachelor auction, her libido slips into active overdrive. Although she's been hurt in the past, she is determined to get more for her money than dinner and pleasant conversation.
Rick Markham is ready to settle down and raise a family with his ideal woman-a tall, slender, beautiful blonde. This description does not apply to the sultry, plus-sized Jennifer Rose, who wins a bidding war with his ideal woman, requiring him to spend an evening with her. After a surprising dinner, a slow dance, and several kisses that excite and arouse him, Rick is ready to hop into the sack with Jennifer for a one-night stand. Neither of them is prepared for what happens when he does...
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Full Bodied Charmer by Marilyn Lee
When Rick pulled into the Fourth Street parking lot, he immediately noticed Jennifer sitting in her car. He parked a few spaces over and walked to her vehicle. She watched his approach. When he neared her car, she smiled at him.
He blinked and took a deep breath. Damn, but she had an incredible smile and absolutely beautiful eyes. And she knew how to dress, he thought as she got out of her car. She had on a pretty pink dress that provided an intriguing view of her ample cleavage. Her breasts were delightfully large.
There were few things sexier than a beautiful woman with big tits. What would it be like to touch and kiss those luscious looking mounds and tongue her nipples? His cock stirred and he found it difficult to tear his gaze away from her breasts and look into her eyes. Once he had, he could see she was aware of the effect the sight of her breasts was having on his libido.
Her smile was wondrous: shy, yet tinged with a hint of confidence he found incredibly alluring.
"Hi." She spoke first and widened her smile.
He felt his own lips turning up in a smile and he eagerly reached for her hand. "Hi, Jennifer. Nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you again, too." Her voice and gaze were warm and welcoming.
He stared down into her eyes. Why would such a lovely, sexy woman have to buy a date? There must be any number of men waiting to take her to bed. He sure as hell did.
He released her hand and nodded towards his car. "Is it okay if we take my car?"
"What's the matter? Don't trust a woman driver?" She arched her brows, grinning up at him.
He swallowed quickly. If she kept smiling at him like that, he was liable to sweep her into his arms, slam his cock into her and fuck her breathless right there in the parking lot.
"It's not that," he denied. He didn't quite trust himself to keep his hands off her if she drove instead of him.
"I was teasing. I have no problem with going in your car."
"Good." He resisted the urge to offer her his arm and they walked to his car together.
In the confines of his car, it was difficult to think of anything other than how close she was and how much he'd like to touch her. Okay, Rick. Get real. You are not going to take her to bed. What he needed to do was talk so he wouldn't sit there fantasizing about her. "What kind of music do you like?'' he asked.
''I like nearly all types of music, but my absolute favorites are blues and mellow jazz. I like to close my eyes and sway to music I can feel through my bones and all the way down to my soul."
He bit back the urge to offer to take her to his favorite jazz club. They spent the rest of the twenty-minute drive to the River Rooms talking about their individual jazz and blues favorites. When they arrived, he held the passenger door open for her and offered her his arm. She gave him a breathtaking smile and slipped her arm through his.
He had to look away to keep from staring down into her cleavage. When they were seated in one of the high backed booths, he made no attempt to look away from her.
After sipping at drinks, they ordered their dinner. Used to women who ordered tiny salads with low-calorie dressing and diet drinks, he listened in amazement as she ordered a salad with regular dressing--to be followed by veal scaloppini.
She clearly enjoyed her food, and he enjoyed watching her savor every bite.
"What sort of things do you like to do?"
She smiled. "I like sitting in jazz clubs, walking barefoot along the beach in the moonlight, dancing on a boat, and sweating to the oldies."
"Sweating to the oldies?"
"You sound surprised. What? You think full-figured gals are all couch potatoes?"
"No," he denied, feeling the heat rise up the back of his neck. "Of course not."
She tilted her head to one side and her thick, dark hair cascaded against one shoulder. She shook her head. "Why don't I believe you?"
"I have no idea," he said wearily.
"Well, this full-figured or size-positive gal works out regularly. All my...parts work perfectly. "
He allowed his gaze to flick briefly over her. Maybe that explained why she seemed so...solid. Granted, she was much larger than any woman he'd ever been out with. Nevertheless, she was as sexy as hell with it, especially her delectable-looking cleavage. A man could probably bury his face between those beautiful breasts and never want to surface again. He felt his cock stirring and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Oh, I'll just bet they do." The comment surprised him and if the arching of her brows were an indicator, her too. "It might interest you to know that all my...parts work rather well, too."
She treated him to one of those delicious smiles of hers and he sighed. Damn, it was going to be a long, frustrating night.
They talked sports over dinner. He found that she was a big baseball and basketball fan.
"No hockey or football?"
She shook her head and swallowed a mouthful of her veal scaloppini. "No, but I have to admit I do occasionally turn on football with no sound."
"Why no sound?"
"Well, I'm not really into football."
"Then why watch it?"
"I like watching all those guys with nice tight buns running around." She bit her lip and laughed, a warm, sweet sound that seemed to caress his ears. "I've shocked you."
"No. Believe me, it takes more than that to shock me."
"Then what's that look about?"
"It's just that you're different from any woman I've been out with."
"Yes," he admitted, "but that's not the only way you're different." He paused, not sure how to put his thoughts into words. "You're different in a...very nice way."
"Thank you. So are you."
She sipped her drink, then ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip, an action he found highly erotic. "Well, you're blond, for one thing."
He stared at her. "And?"
"Well, you know what they say about blonds," she said, widening her eyes.
"Being dumb?" he asked, the heat rising up the back of his neck again. "That's what they say about blonde women, not blond men."
"Well, if you say they only mean it for women--" she said, her lips curving in an enchanting smile.
"Are you by any chance implying that I'm a dumb blond?"
"No. I did say you were different, didn't I?"
"So you did."
Both smiling, they finished their main course in silence. He watched as she slowly ate a piece of cheesecake, clearly savoring each bite. It was a nice change to be out with a woman who didn't make him feel like a pig because he wanted something more substantial than a big bowl of lettuce for dinner.
Noticing his close scrutiny, a faint hint of color touched her cheeks. "Would you like a bite?"
About to shake his head, he nodded instead. "Just to see what all the oohing and aahing is about."
She looked around for a clean fork.
"That one will do," he told her.
She held up her fork. "This one?"
"Yes, assuming, of course, you're not poisoned or have a really bad cold."
"No poison or cold germs." She used her fork to offer him a piece of the cheesecake. He leaned forward. She put the fork in his mouth. Their gazes met and locked. He swallowed the small piece of cake without really tasting it.
"So? Do you like it?" Her voice sounded slightly breathless.
"Yes...I like yo--it."
She smiled and looked at him from beneath lowered lids. "I like yo--it too."
He sat back. "Do you mind if I ask your age?"
She shook her head. "Twenty-nine."
"Really? You look younger."
"And do you look younger than you are?"
"I don't know. I'm forty."
"Really?" She widened her eyes. "I would have sworn you weren't a day over thirty-nine years and three hundred and sixty days or so."
They laughed together and he decided she was even prettier when she laughed.
They talked sports for a while longer before he asked her if she'd like to dance.
She nodded and smiled. "Yes. They're playing one of my favorite songs."
He listened and realized the song in question was the instrumental version of Billy Joel's Just The Way You Are. "I like it too."
As they danced, she burrowed against him, resting her cheek against his shoulder and moving her hands in small, caressing motions against his back. He found that he liked the weight of her body against his. The feel of her big breasts against his chest caused his cock to slowly come to life. Oh, damn! He drew his lower body away from hers. He hoped she hadn't felt the beginnings of his desire. When she lifted her head and looked up at him, he saw the awareness of his yearning in her gaze.
"I...I'm sorry," he said. "It's been awhile and I..."
"No need to apologize," she told him.
To his amazement, she moved her lower body against his and there was no hiding his growing erection from her. He wasn't in the mood to be teased then sent on his way to take a cold shower.
He dropped his arms and stepped away from her. "Ah, we should go."
She shrugged. "Okay. If that's what you want."
"It's what I need to do."
She sighed. "I've shocked you again. Haven't I? You expected me to be coy or maybe to pretend to be coy?"
Not exactly, but he also hadn't expected her to press against his hardening cock either. "I don't and didn't expect anything in particular. We agreed to spend a few hours together for charity. We've done that."
There was no mistaking the flush on her cheeks. "So we have. Well, let's go."
He knew she'd misunderstood his meaning and probably thought he hadn't enjoyed their evening together. He had, but he decided to let it pass.
At the Fourth Street lot, he insisted on following her in his car to make sure she arrived safely home.
"That's not necessary," she told him, her voice cool.
"Maybe not, but I'd like to...unless you really object."
Thirty minutes later, he parked his car behind hers and walked her into her apartment building. They rode the elevator in silence. At her apartment door, they stood staring at each other for several moments before she spoke. "I'm sorry you didn't have a better time."
She sounded shy and a little uncertain. He knew the feeling. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. "What are you talking about? I had a great time."
"Yes. I did."
"Oh, good. So did I."
She smiled that amazing smile of hers that turned her pretty face into a beautiful one. Caution be damned. He had to have at least one chaste kiss before they said goodbye.
He brushed his fingers against her cheek before bending his head. He intended to peck at her mouth briefly, but the moment their lips met, he felt a rush of desire. Fighting to control it, he pressed three quick kisses against her lips before he lifted his head and looked down at her.
She kept her eyes closed for several seconds before looking up at him with her wide silver gaze. He stared back. The hint of red on her cheeks served to make her even more alluring. He wanted another kiss, maybe several more--longer and deeper.
He slipped his hands under the long, dark curtain of her hair to cup her face in his palms. He bent his head slowly, giving her ample time to object. She gave him a shy, sweet smile, closed her eyes, and lifted her face.
He brushed his lips gently against hers, nipped at her mouth until she sucked in a breath and parted her lips. Then he kissed her. Her lips, soft and warm, clung to his. He kissed her hungrily, savoring the taste and texture of her mouth. He sucked at her tongue and slipped an arm around her waist to draw her body against his.
She shivered and leaned closer. He deepened the kiss, moving his hand from her cheek to close his fingers in the long dark hair at the nape of her neck. Her breasts pressing against his chest heightened his desire. With one final long kiss, he reluctantly drew away from her. He was so aroused his cock felt as if it weighed a ton.
She opened her eyes and they silently stared at each other. Her cheeks were flushed, her beautiful silver eyes bright, and her lips still slightly parted. He wondered if she, like he, wanted the kissing to go on and on until it went beyond the kissing stage. And that would not do. He'd had a surprisingly great time with her and done his bit for charity. Now it was time to get the hell out of there before he lost his head completely.
"Would you like to come in for coffee?"
The question didn't surprise him nearly as much as his instinctive desire to seize the opportunity to get her alone behind closed doors and maybe into bed. After her eager response to his kisses, he had a feeling she might be receptive to allowing him to spend the night. With his cock hardening at an alarming rate, he longed to take her to bed. He gazed into her eyes again and saw a complete lack of guile. She was different from the women he was used to bedding, who thought nothing of hopping into bed for a one-nighter and moving on without a single backward glance.
He smiled. "Thanks, but I'd better hit the road."
Her smile wavered for a moment before she widened it. She extended her hand. "Goodbye."
He enclosed her hand in both of his. The surge of desire he felt was so strong he dropped her hand and took several steps away from her. "Goodbye."
* * * * *
The soft jazz filling the car as Rick drove home kept thoughts of Jennifer uppermost in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her or their evening together. Recalling her response to his touch and kisses made his cock throb. What the hell had possessed him to turn down her invitation for "coffee"? It wasn't as if he'd pressured her in any way. She had freely extended the invitation he'd so badly wanted to accept.
Halfway home, he decided he'd made a big mistake. She was an adult. If she wanted him to spend the night with her, why shouldn't he? With visions of her beautiful face and silver eyes spurring him on, he got off the highway at the next exit and turned his car around.