Free Never Choose Flight (A Fighter Romance Novel) by Danielle Forte Page B

my exposed chest. And I could feel how incredibly relaxed every muscle in my body had suddenly become.
    I stayed there, on top of him, for a moment. I felt like I was in the perfect position. Like nothing would ever feel as amazing as this. Like my entire body had been submerged in a perfectly warmed bath. After hours with an amazing masseuse who knew my body perfectly. And just the right amount of wine.
    But it hadn’t taken any of that to get me there. All it took was an amazing evening with an amazing man. With my amazing man. Malcolm.
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    Eventually I got off of him, and he went to clean himself up. I cleaned myself as well, and then the pants went back on. We sat back down where we had been on the couch, and held each other close. It was nice. Just plain and pleasant.
    Eventually I broke the silence. “So what’s going to happen?” I asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “We were both so worried about getting into this. Getting started with our relationship. And now it’s begun. You were worried about your fighting. I was worried about my safety. And I guess now we get to find out if any of our worries were worth worrying about.”
    “Yeah,” he said, holding me tightly. “I hope that nothing goes wrong. Honestly, I just wish I could stay here on this couch with you forever. I’ve really never done anything like that before.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’ve never been with a woman like you.”
    I looked at him. “My question still stands.”
    “You’re just so caring. That all felt so good. It’s like you knew exactly what I wanted the whole time. And you’re just so, so beautiful.”
    I blushed and looked away.
    “I’m serious,” he said. “You get that, right? How incredibly good looking you are?”
    I let out a bit of a laugh. “I think you might have the two of us confused.”
    “No,” he said. “I’m talking about you. Jessica. You are incredibly attractive.”
    “But what about…” I started. I had never really talked with anyone about it before. “But what about my extra weight?”
    “You don’t have any,” he said bluntly. “You have just the right amount of weight for you.”
    I was about to protest, but he carried on.
    “I’ll admit I’ve been with a lot of girls. Plenty who are like the ones you see in magazines. Skinny right down to their bones. You could count the ribs. And that’s not what I like at all.”
    I looked at him.
    “You’re a woman,” he explained. “And women have a shape to them. They’ve got breasts. They’ve got hips. And nice round bums. All of those things disappear on super skinny women. Not that there’s anything wrong with that - clearly lots of guys dig it. But I like women. And you, your body, your shape, it’s all the epitome of womanly. Every contour of your being fits the definition of woman perfectly.”
    I was smiling at this point. How could I not be?
    “So seriously. When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it. I’m not just saying it to boost your ego, or your self confidence or whatever. I’m saying it because it’s true. You’re a beautiful woman, Jessica. And I am amazed and surprised that you’d want to go out with a guy like me.”
    I laughed again.
    “What?”
    “A guy like you,” I said. “How could I not want to go out with someone like you?”
    “Well,” he started, but I didn’t let him continue.
    “If I’m a model woman, then you are without a doubt a model man. Strong. Every inch of your body is muscular. And they aren’t lame gym-muscles, or steroid-muscles. They’re muscles you got by doing manly things. I know that you could protect me if I ever need it. I know that you can carry me, and help me with anything I’m not capable of. And you dick is just the perfect size and shape for me.”
    He laughed. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome,” I said. It was nice having it all laid out on the table like that.
    We chatted a bit more and then eventually moved to bed. Kissed a bit more and then