her bare breasts, sublime body, and tumbled hair. She belonged on the cover of some fashion magazine that made other women eat their hearts out. She unsnapped her jeans and they slipped right off her hips and over her legs, pooling around her ankles. The advantage of jeans three sizes too large.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?” Though he’d seen shorts on other women that revealed more then Bebe’s white cotton…underwear. No way could he call her panties lingerie.
“You don’t have to flatter me to get me into bed, Donovan,” she said with a nervous laugh, her gaze dropping to the floor as if looking at him made her suddenly nervous as hell. “I think that’s a forgone conclusion. I’m mostly naked already.” She gave another nervous laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. Damn, she was doing so well and then suddenly…
He got off the couch and stood in front of her. “Look at me, Bebe.” He tucked his forefinger under her chin and raised her face to his. “Someone…Dara, I’m guessing…did a number on you. While you were growing up she saw you were a real beauty, more lovely than any of her other kids, if she had any. She never bought you nice clothes, hand-me-downs mostly, made fun of you in front of the other kids, never got involved in any of your school stuff, barely acknowledged you were alive. Any of this sound familiar?”
She stared at him with a blank look that slowly morphed into understanding the more he talked. “I never really thought about that. How did you know?”
“I met Dara. I’m willing to bet all your friends know, too, they just didn’t know how to fix it, to fix you.” He scooped her into his arms. “But they never had you alone and naked.”
Her eyes widened and she tensed all over. “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea. I’m just a girl. It’s just me, Bebe the string bean. There’s nothing to fix, Donovan. What are you going to do? Why don’t we just have sex and it’ll be over?”
He gave her another reassuring kiss and held her a little tighter. “I’m going to love you slow and easy at first, then when you get used to that and like it, we’ll go on, but at no time will get it over with come into play. Lovemaking is not to be rushed.”
He stepped over books, pillows, dishes, and a turned-over footstool to the French doors separating the hall from the kitchen. He set her down and stood behind her, the dim light offering a reflection of Bebe.
“What are we doing?”
What he was doing was getting really turned on in spite of the bloomers. But this was not about him. “I want you to look at yourself, really look. I want you to believe to the bottom of your lovely toes that you are a beautiful woman.”
“The toes are a size nine-and-a-half, Donovan. I could water-ski on these things if I knew how to water-ski. Can we just get back to the couch? We were doing pretty good back there.”
He put his hands on her hips. “These are lovely.” He cupped her ass, making her gasp as he gave a gentle squeeze. “This is lovely.” He stroked his hands up her sides. “You have the shoulders and long neck of a runway model and your face is incredible. Your eyes are an amazing shade of blue. Your lips are full and lush and made for kissing. Your body is exquisite in every way. I don’t want you ever to think of yourself as a string bean again.”
“I’m not that much shorter than you, and my ears are huge, that’s why I never wear my hair up, Bebe Dumbo, and I have no boobs worth considering and—”
“And you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He pulled her hair up on top of her head, then kissed one ear, then the other and swore if he ever got Dara in a dark alley he’d strangle her with his bare hands. “And your breasts are faultless.” He ran his palms along the sides of each, bringing them together in front, forming delicious cleavage. He rubbed the pad of his thumbs over the nipples, feeling them bead
“Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?” Though he’d seen shorts on other women that revealed more then Bebe’s white cotton…underwear. No way could he call her panties lingerie.
“You don’t have to flatter me to get me into bed, Donovan,” she said with a nervous laugh, her gaze dropping to the floor as if looking at him made her suddenly nervous as hell. “I think that’s a forgone conclusion. I’m mostly naked already.” She gave another nervous laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. Damn, she was doing so well and then suddenly…
He got off the couch and stood in front of her. “Look at me, Bebe.” He tucked his forefinger under her chin and raised her face to his. “Someone…Dara, I’m guessing…did a number on you. While you were growing up she saw you were a real beauty, more lovely than any of her other kids, if she had any. She never bought you nice clothes, hand-me-downs mostly, made fun of you in front of the other kids, never got involved in any of your school stuff, barely acknowledged you were alive. Any of this sound familiar?”
She stared at him with a blank look that slowly morphed into understanding the more he talked. “I never really thought about that. How did you know?”
“I met Dara. I’m willing to bet all your friends know, too, they just didn’t know how to fix it, to fix you.” He scooped her into his arms. “But they never had you alone and naked.”
Her eyes widened and she tensed all over. “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea. I’m just a girl. It’s just me, Bebe the string bean. There’s nothing to fix, Donovan. What are you going to do? Why don’t we just have sex and it’ll be over?”
He gave her another reassuring kiss and held her a little tighter. “I’m going to love you slow and easy at first, then when you get used to that and like it, we’ll go on, but at no time will get it over with come into play. Lovemaking is not to be rushed.”
He stepped over books, pillows, dishes, and a turned-over footstool to the French doors separating the hall from the kitchen. He set her down and stood behind her, the dim light offering a reflection of Bebe.
“What are we doing?”
What he was doing was getting really turned on in spite of the bloomers. But this was not about him. “I want you to look at yourself, really look. I want you to believe to the bottom of your lovely toes that you are a beautiful woman.”
“The toes are a size nine-and-a-half, Donovan. I could water-ski on these things if I knew how to water-ski. Can we just get back to the couch? We were doing pretty good back there.”
He put his hands on her hips. “These are lovely.” He cupped her ass, making her gasp as he gave a gentle squeeze. “This is lovely.” He stroked his hands up her sides. “You have the shoulders and long neck of a runway model and your face is incredible. Your eyes are an amazing shade of blue. Your lips are full and lush and made for kissing. Your body is exquisite in every way. I don’t want you ever to think of yourself as a string bean again.”
“I’m not that much shorter than you, and my ears are huge, that’s why I never wear my hair up, Bebe Dumbo, and I have no boobs worth considering and—”
“And you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He pulled her hair up on top of her head, then kissed one ear, then the other and swore if he ever got Dara in a dark alley he’d strangle her with his bare hands. “And your breasts are faultless.” He ran his palms along the sides of each, bringing them together in front, forming delicious cleavage. He rubbed the pad of his thumbs over the nipples, feeling them bead
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