Swept Away by Delilah Fawkes

Lush Curves
2: Swept Away (A BBW Erotic Romance)

 
    By Delilah Fawkes

 
 
 
    Aolani

 
 
    I spent a restless night thinking of him, the
thunder peals crashing through my room reflecting the turmoil in my own mind.
I’d nabbed one of Gavin’s old t-shirts from the closet and snuggled into it,
savoring his smell, still lingering in the worn cotton.
    My hand traveled between my legs as I replayed
what happened in the kitchen again and again, feeling his lips on mine, his
rough hands ripping the buttons on my blouse, his stiffness rubbing against me
until I cried out in his arms.
    I shuddered as I touched myself, imagining what
he’d look like wearing nothing but a smile. I knew I shouldn’t be entertaining
such thoughts--that he was my boss now, and I was about to be cooped up with
him on a long voyage--but I couldn’t help myself. I longed to see what his
chest looked like, to run my hands over the hard planes of muscle, then maybe let them wander downward...
    I ran a hand over my breast, and winced. I looked
down to see a red mark on my cleavage and smiled in the dark. He’d bitten me
there. My last boyfriend had certainly never done that .
    I shivered as pleasure welled up inside of me,
palming my nipple as I found release. Sure, I was alone, but that didn’t mean I
couldn’t imagine being with him, sharing his bed, if only for a few secret moments.
    After another few hours of tossing and turning, I
gave up on a good night’s sleep and decided it was
time to greet the day. The wind quieted in the early morning, and the first
rays of dawn filtered through the porthole.
    I shivered beneath the thin t-shirt, and rubbed my
arms. It didn’t sound like Gavin was up yet. I hoped I had time for a quick
shower before I had to face him again.
    I snuck into the hallway, carefully closing the door
behind me, and listened. There was no sound from his room. Silence blanketed
the hallway. I tip toed to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and reached for
the knob.
    The door opened as my hand stretched out, and I
stumbled forward, into what felt like a brick wall. That is, if brick walls
were made of tan skin over hard muscle, dripping wet, and smelling distinctly
of Gavin Fletcher’s cologne. I backed up, the t-shirt now clinging to my chest, suddenly very aware of the fact I wore nothing
underneath.
    Gavin stood in front of me wearing even less, his
hands clutching a towel slung low over his hips.
    “Aolani! What are you ... What are you doing up?”
    His eyes trailed down my body, and I wondered if
he noticed the way the damp cotton was sticking to my curves. I crossed my arms
in front of me, felt the shirt sliding up my thighs with the movement, and quickly
lowered them again, tugging at the hem.
    “I... I didn’t think you were awake,” I said.
    I couldn’t stop my own gaze from traveling down
his body. The sight of his strong shoulders and chest, covered in droplets of
water, a sprinkling of hair covering his pecs before
trailing down his sculpted abs to the place just above the towel made my heart
thud in my ears. I sucked in a breath, my body responding to his closeness, my
nipples growing hard as I looked him over.
    Drop the towel , a part of my brain
whispered. I cleared my throat and looked away.
    “The shower’s all yours,” he said, his voice
unusually low. He wiped a hand down his chest, shaking water droplets off and
grinned.
    My mouth went dry, thinking about how badly I
wanted to touch him, to run my nails over the hard planes of his body, to
follow that trail down below the towel line and see what he had in store for me
beneath. He adjusted his grip, and I froze as the cotton drooped even lower.
    “ Th -thank you. Sorry,” I
said, brushing past him. “I mean, thanks.”
    The hallway was narrow, and I accidentally rubbed
up against him, the curve of my ass brushing against his crotch as I slid by. I
noticed the stiffness beneath, and the way it jumped against me, and pressed my
lips