Free Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) by Adriana Hunter Page A

cautious sip. Her eyes widened. “It’s good!”
    “Did you have any doubts?” Grinning, he
took a long pull on his beer, then tucked her arm in his again so they could
continue their little tour.
    “It was more like I was reserving
judgment,” she teased. Her eyes lit up as they approached the next canopy.
“Ooooh… is that a hammock?”
    “It is.” Brendan guided her into the
enclosure, where a large, lace-trimmed hammock swung gently in the breeze
between two of the columns. Two green and white pillows and a matching blanket
rested inside. “Would you like to try it out?”
    “Hell yes!” Callie nearly squealed,
eagerly tugging off her shoes. Setting her drink on a nearby table, she trotted
barefoot across the tile and flopped herself down into it with a child-like
enthusiasm that was uncharacteristic of her. Instantly she started swinging,
giggles escaping from her mouth. “I haven’t done this since I was a little
kid.”
    Brendan chuckled. “I can see that. Now
quit hogging it.” Stepping forward, he caught her on the upswing, grabbing the
fabric of the hammock and using it to pull her flush against him. “My turn,” he
murmured, ducking his head to capture her lips.
    A small sigh escaped her as he kissed her
slowly, his mouth gently moving against hers as he enjoyed the texture of her
full lips against his. He only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but she felt so
good pressed up against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her
delicate hands on his shoulders, that he found himself sliding his tongue
beneath her lips to taste her. She opened her mouth eagerly, catching his
tongue between her teeth and then suckling. He growled involuntarily, sliding
his hands around to cup her ass through her tight little red dress.
    “You taste so sweet,” he rasped against
her mouth.
    “Mmm.” Tugging at the lapels of his
jacket, she drew him down onto the hammock with her. Sandwiched together, their
bodies pressed impossibly close, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her
again. This time the kiss was more consuming, more urgent as he tangled his
tongue with hers, savoring the sweetness of her mouth as her fragrance filled
the air around them. He felt her hands at his shirt, undoing the buttons, and
then they were on his bare flesh, gliding over his muscles and sending ripples
of pleasure through him.
    “You feel so good,” she murmured, her
hands traveling lower toward his belt buckle. He sucked in a breath, sensing
her intentions, but her fingers only hovered there, hesitating.
    “Callie,” he murmured, “you don’t need to
be afraid. There’s no one here.”
    “I know.” She sighed. “It’s just… I’m
self-conscious.”
    Sitting up a little, he brushed his
knuckles against her cheek, wanting to soothe her. “Do you know why I picked
this place for our date?”
    “Because it’s beautiful?”
    “Yes,” he said softly, “but not just
that. I remember how you were back in Central Park, how you were entranced at
the same time at the prospect of us making love in the gazebo.”
    “I wasn’t – ”
    “Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips.
“I know you wanted to do it. That you were scared, but also excited at the idea
of us making love in a public place.” He swept his arm out, gesturing to the
space around them. “Well, that’s what this is. It’s technically public, and
full of charm and greenery just like the park, except that I made it private by
renting it out to ourselves. We can do whatever we want up here, and as long as
we stay beneath the canopies, no one will really see us.”
    Callie’s eyes softened. “Oh, Brendan.”
She nuzzled him. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”
    “But I wanted to.” He nipped her nose
gently. “I want you to explore your wild side, to indulge in your fantasies and
desires with me.” He stroked his palm along her side, savoring the dips and
valleys of her curvy figure. “Come now. There’s nothing to fear.”
    She was