closet. She sighed as
she looked in the mirror, the dress was hot and fit her like a glove, but she hated
her body. Arie felt as though she had too many curves in all the wrong places. Kylee
told her all the time that she was smokin’ hot and had a body to die for, but she
didn’t believe it. Her body was one of the reasons she didn’t think she had a chance
in hell with Detective Crow. She was five foot seven and a hundred and sixty pounds,
from her oversized breasts, to her narrow waist, and she didn’t like how she had the
roundness to her curvy hips. It didn’t help her confidence when she had a jealous
mother who wanted the body she had. So she taunted Arie and made her feel bad about
herself, causing her to see what her mother led her to believe she saw and not what
everyone else saw.
Arie grabbed her purse and sighed one more time to herself; her body would look spectacular
on someone else. Not only did her mother make it a point to criticize her body shape,
she also made Arie believe her face wasn’t pretty.
* ***
Cris was in awe as Arie walked down the stairs in the hot red dress she wore that
it made him hard as his eyes roamed her sizzling body in the curve-fitting dress.
He couldn’t help it, he whistled as she descended the last stair.
“Looks like I am going to have to fight the whole pool hall to keep the guys away
from you,” Cris said as he noticed how the dress hugged her nice round ass.
Arie just rolled her eyes since she didn’t believe him. “Jordan is going to get us
in through the back so we can bring our guns in, and no I didn’t tell him we had any,”
she said when she noticed the look on his face. Arie also wanted to draw the attention
away from herself.
She mistook the look for worry, but in all actuality, he was tongue-tied as his eyes
were drawn to her lips. He just wanted to pull her close to him and kiss her until
she melted against his body. Cris settled for wrapping his hands around her shoulders
and guiding her out the door, he just had to touch her. He knew it was a mistake
as soon as he took in her scent. Damn, if she doesn’t smell good, Cris thought as he tried discreetly to adjust himself without Arie noticing. It didn’t
help that there was a breeze blowing her scent to him as they walked to the car.
He felt tornado Arie wreak havoc on his body. Her sent was like the aftershock of
an earthquake, shaking him to the core at the most unexpected times leaving him dazed
and confused. He never had this problem with anyone else. Just her scent, smile,
the sound of her voice, the way she got that look in her eyes when she was focusing
on something, sent him over the edge. Cris had never experienced this before, yes,
he had been attracted to other women but not like this, all he saw was their bodies.
With Arie, he saw who she was as a person and was intrigued by her. Something about
her captured all his senses, and not just the sexual ones. He had dreams of her since
the day he met her a few months back. Some were hot sensual dreams while others were
of them on their wedding day. He had chalked up the wedding dreams to him helping
Derrick with his wedding but now he didn’t know whether that was true o r not.
Arie didn’t know what to make out of how Cris kept looking at her when he thought
she wasn’t looking. She could clearly see the imprint his cock was making in his
black jeans and how he was walking funny. His eyes had turned darker and looked as
though they were filled with lust, greed, and hunger. She didn’t know if it was for
her, well, she couldn’t believe it was for her because who would want her when they
could have one of those stick figure models. Stop thinking like that and focus on what you are trying to do. A killer is out there who needs to be caught.
Cris opened the car door for Arie as she slid past him. He got a whiff of her s c ent and it drove him crazy. He