His Curvy Woman (Curvy Women Wanted Book 5)(10)

Her heart began to pound. “I didn’t know you were the forever kind of guy.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. I won’t freak you out just yet. This is, after all, our first official date.”

She licked her lips, and then stared down into her cereal. Her stomach was in knots. “I wanted you,” she said.

“What?”

“Twelve years ago. I stared across that field, and if you had still been there, I wanted to go to you.” She smiled, thinking about it. “It’s crazy how many times I have thought of that one moment. If you had still been there, I probably wouldn’t have gone to college, or tried to change places.” She shook her head. “It’s surreal how one moment can change our entire life.”

“You would have gone to college, Trixie. Your path was chosen for you.”

“Exactly, and if you hadn’t gone, and I had the guts to go looking for you, I think our lives would have been different.”

He was silent, and she had nothing else to say. Looking back there had been so many moments in high school. The times they had bumped into each other and they had done that often. One time had been in the library, and he’d helped her with the books that had fallen out of her hands. Someone had distracted them. Moving on, they had been standing together in the dinner hall, and she had wanted to say something fun, cool, and witty. The line had gone, and she had remained silent. Every chance over their high school years had been wasted in one way or another, and she wasn’t going to waste another moment.





Chapter Five



The following morning, Ace woke up, and he smiled. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been this happy. Trixie lay asleep beside him, and he reached out, touching her cheek to make sure she was real. She was breathing, and warm, and everything was … perfect.

The sun was shining, and he looked at the clock to see it was a little after seven.

“I don’t want to wake up,” she said, moaning. “I hate mornings.” She shoved her hand beneath her, and those pretty brown eyes looked back at him. “How can you be smiling?”

“Would it be crazy to say that I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time?” He touched her shoulder, recalling last night. After their cereal, he’d taken her again bent over the coffee table. Only when she had begged for more and he’d given her a fourth orgasm had he found his own release. Still, he wasn’t satisfied, and he had taken her again throughout the night in this bed.

Never had he been so sated and yet so hungry for more. Stroking his hand from her shoulder down to her hip, he gripped her tightly.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“I don’t know. Is that morning wood? Or for me?” she asked.

He laughed, biting her neck. “I’ll be right back.” He left the bed, taking care of his business, washing his hands as he did. He spun around and found Trixie there. “I need to use the toilet, and your mom is on the phone.”

“I didn’t even hear the phone ring,” he said.

“It was your cell, and old habits die hard. I answered saying ‘Ace’s parlor’.” She winced. “I’m sorry.”

He pressed a kiss to her head. “I will go and deal with pancakes and my mother.”

Leaving the bathroom, he pulled on a pair of briefs, and grabbed his cell phone. “This is really early in the morning even for you,” he said.

“Did you not want me to know about your girl?” she asked.

“I was worried you would scare her off. What’s up, Mom?”

“You’re not going to tell me who she is?”

“I think you’ve got an idea.”

“The Dean girl?”

“You know it. Keep all of your negative crap to yourself though. I don’t need to hear that she is so far out of my league and stuff like that,” he said.

His mother huffed. “I wouldn’t dream of saying stuff like that.”

“We were in town a long time ago, and you saw her. You leaned down and said that I could only ever look at a girl like her. Girls like her were made of better stuff than me.” He remembered it very clearly. It was one of the reasons he’d never tried to pursue Trixie when he was younger. Of course, this was during that time that his mother wasn’t the best person. It was also around the time his father left.

He heard his mother sniffle. “I was a horrible person. You were right for her, honey. I’m … wow, I’m awful.”

“It’s fine. We’ve talked about this before. I’ve forgiven you. There’s no need to bring it up.”

“She was a quiet girl even then. Always in her own little world. Do you like her, Ace? I know something hasn’t been right since she got back to town. She never talks to her mom or anything.”