BEAUTY
Coffee Shop Girls, #3
by L. Moone
Publication Date: March 13, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Younger Woman, Curvy, BBW, Instalove, Romance, Novella
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SYNOPSIS
A Steamy Curvy Younger Woman Instalove Romance
Megan
The speed dating event at the pub has been a complete disaster right from the start. Five minutes of meaningless conversation; that isn’t the recipe for romance. I’m ready to give up all hope, when instead of me finding love, trouble finds me.
The moment Dean comes to my rescue, a switch flips in me. Perhaps tonight isn’t a complete waste after all? He’s the strong, silent type, and I’m unable to read him at all. but I’m determined to break through his walls and find out if he feels the same.
Dean
All night, I’ve kept an eye on her. How could I not, when she’s the most beautiful woman in the room? Inevitably, her luscious curves turn other heads as well, and before long, a fight erupts. It feels so good to intervene; to hold her in my arms after and see the gratitude in her eyes.
But she doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know what I’ve done. It would be better for everyone involved if I back away now. Because the more time I spend with her, the closer I come to forgetting why I can’t give her the sort of love she deserves.
Note: this self-contained beauty and the beast themed read may end up melting not just your Kindle, but your heart as well! If you love steamy body positive romance stories featuring protective older men and a curvy younger women, this third installment in L. Moone’s Coffee Shop Girls series is going to tick all your boxes! Every book follows a different couple from the moment lightning first strikes all the way to their happily ever after. They can be read in any order, but for maximum enjoyment I suggest you start with Book 1, Fireworks.
EXCERPT
Megan
Our departure from Gabriel’s Pizza happens in a blur. Dean and I only have eyes for each other. Nothing and no one - not even Gabriel’s desperate attempts at one final conversation - can distract us from our shared goal.
After Dean grudgingly lets me pay the bill, I try to get up on my good leg. I’m rather clumsy at it until he steps up in front of me.
“Let me help you up.” There’s a raspiness in his voice that wasn’t there before; a need I wouldn’t know how to contradict.
Not that I want to contradict it.
He leans down, allowing me to put my arms around his neck. Just when I try to raise myself on one leg again, he sweeps both of them up from underneath me and lifts me high into the air.
“Wow!” I squeal, while tightening my grip on his strong shoulders. “Not what I was expecting.”
He chuckles. “I figured this would be easier. I live on the first floor, so we’re going to have to climb some steps to get there.”
Not going to argue with that. This sudden physical closeness is making me lightheaded. Or maybe it’s the heady scent of his cologne overwhelming me. My thoughts start to race, exploring a million options.
I don’t normally do this, but I’ve been helpless to our attraction from the start. Now that we’re only inches apart, I can’t help but study his face in more detail than I’ve dared to until now.
He’s so handsome. From the light brown hair to the hint of stubble on his chin. Underneath my touch, his body might as well have been carved from pure rock. Hard muscle, earned with blood, sweat and tears expelled at the gym. Even the thick leather jacket he’s wearing can’t obscure it.
I’m neither light nor dainty, but he’s picked me up with such ease. This body of his wasn’t made to chase aesthetics. It’s not fake. He was built for pure strength.
Alice might have been right when she said I wasn’t after him to share intellectual debates or deep conversations. My attraction was visceral right from the start. Before we’d spoken a single word to each other, I was already lost.
Despite all that, we’ve started to get along. We’ve shared tidbits of our life with each other. Stories and jokes and all the other things I’d tried to exchange with the various faceless candidates at speed dating. Despite taking notes and even scoring every one of them just a couple of hours ago, I couldn’t tell you a single one of their names now. I barely even remember their faces, because I was already his.
This very unorthodox Valentine’s day dinner has confirmed to me that I made the right choice. It was a judgement call made in a split second, based purely on instinct. I’d already decided how this was going to go, from the moment I first looked into his eyes.
There’s only one name that matters to me. Dean. And I can see in his eyes that he feels the same.
Alexis was wrong, by the way. He’s quiet, but he isn’t dumb as she said. There’s plenty going on in that head of his; which he chooses to keep to himself.
I hold my breath and crane my neck to bridge the small gap that remains between us. He’s mesmerised, as am I. The tips of our noses touch first, and then he lifts me just that little bit higher until our mouths are close enough to meet.
I claim him first, with my lips. He responds like it’s the signal he’s been waiting for. Now that he has my permission, he’s unstoppable, as am I.
An image like this had been playing on my mind most of this evening. Our faces tightly pressed together in a kiss powerful enough to breathe life back into my otherwise boring existence.
It’s a sad cliché to admit that I need a man to be happy, but I know that I do. The single life was never meant for me. Partying, one night stands, and all the rest of it; these are nice ideas in theory. As a serial monogamist, I’ve never ventured out into that world. I’ve never had the guts to, and as a result, I’ve been unhappy on my own for much too long.
Like a parched man, getting his first sip of water in much too long, he drinks in my kisses and returns them enthusiastically. Everything I feel, he seems to be feeling it too.
I wonder if he gets sick of it too sometimes? He told me he doesn’t really date, or socialise all that much. I guess this is pretty new for him too. Is that what this is? Two lonely souls who found each other despite all odds? Funny, this is the most poetic my thoughts have ever been. Even in my writing, I tend to stick to the facts.
His eagerness fans my own need. I’m consumed by the urge to show him how he makes me feel. With my lips and tongue, I taste him. With my hands, I cling on to his strong, muscular neck. Fingers, thread through his light-coloured hair, marvelling at its texture; how it’s so much softer than my own.
Though I’ve never once considered falling into bed with a guy on the first date, it all has begun to make sense. This moment of beauty and uncontrollable passion; it’s meant to be.
I already know I won’t be able to resist it once we’re alone together. One thing will lead to another until we take things all the way. I’m far from a virgin, but the sheer arousal I feel for him is surprising me anyway. What had started as a nagging sort of a sensation in the pit of my stomach; I’ve come to recognise it for what it really is. Animal lust, waiting to be unleashed.
Is this what it’s like for some of my friends who actually do this sort of thing regularly? If this is how they feel, then I completely understand. I won’t be able to resist the lure of instant gratification. Not tonight.
In front of him; or rather, in his arms, I’m completely helpless. And I know in my heart that he has been gripped by that same urge as well. We’re already one; our bodies will figure that out soon enough too.
ABOUT L. MOONE
Realistic characters, pure emotions, true passion. Everything I write is about the characters: how they interact, what’s going on in their heads, how the passionate relationship develops and affects them. I don’t believe in keeping things hidden, or dressing them up just for show. Some of my characters are potty-mouths, most of them are less than perfect (yes, even physically). I aim to write a happy ending for all of them, without keeping anything behind closed doors.
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