hated in high school. “More than a
handful’s too much, Emma.” And her friend had laughed and added, “Yeah,
and Emma has more like a car-full! Besides, big boobs don’t count when you’re
fat.”
I’ve slimmed down some since those dreadful
days but not nearly as much as I want to—as I should. Of course, if someone
would have told me I would be standing naked—or nearly naked—in front of a supernaturally
hot and hunky vampire in the near future I would have hit the Stairmaster a
little harder.
“Take your arms away,” Aiden says quietly.
“Let me see you.”
Miserably, knowing I have no choice, I do
as he says. I feel completely exposed with my breasts bare, my nipples on
display. Because they’re so big, they’re not exactly as perky as I’d like. Of
course, not everyone with big boobs can look like a porn star—most of them are only
so firm and high because they’re sporting a plastic rack. Still, I feel woefully
inadequate standing there in front of the gorgeous Aiden.
“Emma,” he says. “Look at me.”
“Why?” I much prefer to study the carpet.
Is there a swirly pattern in the Berber? It’s completely fascinating. Or at
least better than looking up to meet those piercing eyes I can feel boring into
me.
“Remember what I told you a submissive
never asks?” he remarks.
Crap. Reluctantly, I look up at him.
“Now,” he says softly. “Why are you
ashamed?”
“I told you in the car,” I say. “Because
I’m shy. And because I’m not tall and skinny and perfect.”
“Like the cousins you mentioned? The ones
you grew up with?”
Hesitantly, I nod. “Yes.”
He frowns. “And if they and their type are
so attractive, why didn’t I choose one of them as my Sacrifice?”
“I don’t know,” I say miserably. “I don’t know
whyyou picked me. Is it because you’re still mad about what happened in
the shop?”
He shakes his head. “No, it has nothing to
do with that. Although I must admit, I wanted you from the first minute I saw
you.”
“You-you did?” I can’t quite believe it. Then
I remember the way he kept watching me so intently while I was trying to get
the herbs he was requesting.
Slowly he nods. “I did. I find your shape,
which you seem to be so ashamed of, quite beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, looking away.
“You don’t believe me.” I can hear the
frown in his voice. “But it’s true, Emma. The modern standard of beauty has
changed but my own ideal has not. Your hourglass curves are much lovelier than
any of the skinny stick women I see walking around these days. Why would I want
to bed a woman who looks like an adolescent boy?”
“I don’t know.” Finally I look at him
again. The blazing intensity I see in his eyes finally convinces me he’s
telling the truth. Wow. “Thank you,” I say at last, not knowing what else to
say. “That’s…it does make me feel somewhat better. Knowing you like, um,
full-figured girls.”
“Full and luscious.” His gaze roams over my
body in a way that makes my skin tingle and my cheeks get hot. “But I cannot
see all of you just yet,” he continues, his eyes fastening on my blue lace
panties.
“Oh, I…” I glance down at the little
triangle of fabric between my legs, which is all that stands between me and
total nudity. I’m guessing they’re going to have to come off. Reluctantly I
hook my thumbs in their lacy sides, preparing to push them down.
“No, wait.” Aiden holds up a hand to stop
me. “Let me,” he murmurs.
Before I can say anything, he is kneeling
before me, his breath hot on my inner thighs. He cups my hips for a moment, his
large hands cool on my hot skin. Then slowly, as though he’s unveiling a
masterpiece, he slides my panties down, baring my pussy.
I’m not sure if I want to die of
embarrassment or faint from lust. I’m extremely glad of my rigorous personal
grooming routine. I keep the area in good shape, even if no one but me ever
sees it. My brownish-blonde
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