My hand moved back to her throat as I said, “Chill, baby. I more meant, why were you on the shot? Why not the pill? I’ve heard some crazy things from my sister about that shot.”
She deflated. “As in, weight gain? I’ve had that. But not in too bad of a way, I don’t think.”
I growled, allowing myself to step away from her body slightly to take in her figure.
“Even in this baggy sweatshirt of mine,” I teased, tugging on the neckline that practically hung off one shoulder. “You’re still the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her breath hitched.
“Really?” she breathed.
I moved my hand back to the gap between her shorts and my shirt—she had the thing tucked into the back of her shorts, making it slightly easier with the massive thing billowing on her much smaller frame—and started to inch it upward.
The hem slipped free from her shorts, and I growled when I finally got to bare skin.
“You never wore anything tight or revealing. Always something that covered up almost every square inch of you,” I told her. “I wanted to see the skin here so bad, but you never gave me even the slightest peek.”
I drug my fingers along the length of her belly, letting my rough fingers take in her smooth skin.
“I’m fat, Price. Fat girls don’t wear bikinis and show off their skin,” she snapped.
Before I had a chance to say another word to her outburst, she tore free of my hands and was across the room, putting the bed in between us. “I don’t think this is a good idea, either.”
I turned slowly, taking in the way she was standing. So defensively.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, not making a move to cover my nudity.
I could practically feel my dick bouncing with each beat of my heart, and I knew it hadn’t escaped her notice, either.
“I… that suit…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m not a good fit for you, Price. I think you should leave.”
Instead of waiting for her to come around to telling me what in the hell had happened to put her into defense mode, I chose to take matters into my own hands.
With two quick steps, I was up and over the bed, had her in my arms, and tumbled us backward onto the bed.
The moment my back hit the bed, I turned the both of us, pinning her underneath of me.
She landed at an awkward angle, putting her half on her side and half on her stomach, with me pinning her to the bed above her.
“Now that I have you where I want you,” I smoothed my hand over her ass, my hand itching to punish her for calling herself fat. “Why don’t you tell me the real reason you just freaked out over there?”
She started to struggle, and honestly, it was comical for her to think that she could get away.
But I let her try.
In the end, she ended up being even more on her belly than her side, and I was now pinning her to the bed with my knees on either side of her hips.
The sweatshirt she had on was now all the way up to her shoulders, revealing her entire back to my gaze.
“I’m a socially awkward woman who has never had sex, has body image issues, and a sexy as hell man just told me he wants to have sex with me,” she panted. “There’s a lot going on in my head all at once. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this.”
I ran one finger down her spine until it met her tail bone.
I stopped at the cleft of her ass and said, “You won’t be a virgin for long. You’re really cute socially awkward. Oh, and I’m nothing special, darlin’. I enjoy eating food. Sometimes when I wake up, you can’t even see a hint of definition in my stomach, and my brothers told me yesterday that I had a trace of man boob going on. So let me just say, you’re not the only one with body issues.”
Her squawk of outrage was refreshing. “You do not have man boobs!”
I hooked one finger in her shorts and slowly started to pull them down, realizing rather quickly that she was naked underneath them.
“You’re not even wearing underwear,” I mused.
She squirmed, trying to get herself free, which only caused me to move my legs together, pinning her in place once I got her shorts below her butt.
“Now this,” I said, cupping her ass and squeezing. It was really fucking ample, but goddamn, was it beautiful. “Is everything that I could’ve ever wanted.” I bent down and bit one ass cheek. “I’ve always thought of myself as a boob guy. But when I watched you walk away from me that day at the hospital… and then when you wore that Virgin Mary swimsuit, all it did was make me look at other, non-covered things. Or partially covered things.”