Page 7 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

He nodded. I helped him up and guided him up the stairs, making sure to keep my hand close in case he stumbled.

He didn’t, but he moved real slowly like every step hurt.

The upstairs bathroom was small but clean and had a lavender smell from the candle I kept on the sink.

It had white tiles, a plain white shower curtain and those black-and-white abstract art photos I’d scored last year at Mrs. Luna’s thrift shop down the strip.

Nothing fancy just simple and good enough for just little old me and I was the only one who ever used it… until now.

I turned the water on to get the temperature right, then glanced over my shoulder. He was standing there shirtless, watching me with his eyes darker than they were downstairs. I cleared my throat and turned to face him.

“You, um… need help getting the rest off?”

He raised his eyebrow. “You offering?”

My lips parted, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure what I meant when I asked him that.

I’d never done anything like this before.

Hell, I’d barely seen a man naked outside of the covers of the spicy books Tori always slipped into my Tbr pile.

Right now, he needed my help, and I wanted to give it, so even though my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest and run the other way, I stepped forward silently and brushed my fingers over the edge of his waistband.

“I can look away,” I offered, barely above a whisper. My cheeks were burning so hot, I could feel the flush in my ears. He smirked at me again, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

“Nah,” he murmured, “I like watching you try not to look.”

I turned away, ignoring his comment. I needed to look away because I knew that if I didn’t, I was going to keep staring.

Watching the way his abs flexed when he breathed, then looking down further and really started wondering things that I shouldn’t.

Like how it’d feel to straddle him. If his voice would sound the same when he growled my name or if he’d make me beg for it the way they do in books.

God, I was losing all sense of decency when it came to him.

I heard the shuffle of clothes behind me and the low grunt he’d made before I heard the soft sound of them hitting the tile floor.

We stood in silence for a few minutes; my back still turned towards him.

“So, yeah… the water’s gonna’ run cold.”

I swallowed and turned around slow, coming face to face with what looked like an Egyptian God. He was fully naked with steam curling around his body like it was worshipping him.

Jesus!

He was breathtaking, with his muscles and scars on full display.

His skin was a shade of wet bronze, his broad chest was covered in tattoos, his stomach held a six pack, and his legs were thick and strong.

That thing was thinging too, that other leg—just sitting there like a person, staring back at me.

He wasn’t all the way hard, but enough to make my stomach twist and my thighs press together.

I tried to look away, but I failed miserably.

His eyes were pinned to me, holding a silent dare in them, but he didn’t tease me this time.

He didn’t say a word, just stepped under the water.

I stepped in behind him, still in my sleeping shorts and tank top because there was no way in hell I was getting in there with him naked.

I silently counted to five to calm myself and took a deep breath before grabbing the washcloth and lathering it up with the soap.

My fingers trembled as I tried to keep my eyes on the washcloth, afraid to look up and see his intense stare.

He stood still as I moved closer to him.

I brushed against his chest with the washcloth and could feel him staring at me, yet he remained quiet and let me continue, and somehow…

that was more intimate than anything else I could ever imagine.

Not sex, not even a kiss… just quiet trust.

He trusted me.

I moved to wash his shoulders, down his back, across the curves of his waist and then back to his chest. I didn’t rush but I didn’t linger either, I just tried to be gentle while still trying to ignore the way my body was screaming and reacting while being this close to him.

He stayed quiet and still but I felt him watching me the entire time.

Deep down, I think he felt something too.

Not lust, just seen. Maybe for the first time in a long time and I think that scared us both.

I was gentle when I made it to his wounds as I cleaned off the dried-up blood.

I tried with everything in me not to look down further, but it was like his thingy was calling my name.

Still, I had enough decency to not go there so I politely skipped down to his legs and feet, leaving the latter for him to wash once I was done.

I handed him the washcloth, turned my back and allowed him to wash the parts of his body that I refused to touch.

After rinsing the soap from his body, I turned the water off and reached for the towel.

He stood there, dripping wet as his eyes followed my every move.

I finally found the courage to glance up at him and his look was unreadable as I stepped in front of him.

I lifted the towel, trying to stay focused on what I was doing but it was impossible to not feel the heat rolling off him; not to feel the weight of everything unsaid between us.

In one swift motion he caught my wrist as I was reaching to dry his chest, causing me to gasp.

Not because it hurt but because the moment his fingers closed around mine, something inside me snapped.

I hesitated before looking up at him and our eyes met again.

His were dark and hooded and held an intense gaze, almost hypnotizing.

“Specs,” he said low.

“That’s not my?—”

“Didn’t ask,” he shot back with a smirk.

He pushed me gently, until my back was against the wall and stood over me with one hand beside my head and the other still holding my wrist like he was locking me in place. He leaned down until his breath was tickling my neck and I slowly came unraveled.

“You always get close to muthafuckas you don’t know?” he murmured.

“No,” I whispered.

He leaned down further, swiping his tongue over my ear, causing me to moan unexpectedly.

“You ever been this close to a man who wanted to ruin you, Specs?”

I shook my head, realizing that I’d lost my voice to speak at this very moment. My head was spinning, and I could feel myself leaking down below. I don’t know what this man was doing to me but needed to get away from him and fast.

“You nervous?” he asked.

He leaned further down and placed a soft kiss to my neck and my knees buckled as an electric shock shot through my body.

What was this man doing to me?

“Don’t lie, I can feel it. Hell, I can smell it all over you, Specs,” he said.

His eyes roamed up and done my soaked body, stopping at my nipples that were on full display due to the wet shirt clinging to me. I almost fainted when he reached up and flicked his thumb across it.

“I- -I should?—”

He chuckled low. “Chill specs, I’m just fuckin with you lil baby.

Handle ya’ business in the shower. Oh, and Specs,” he murmured in a low voice in my ear, “Next time you wash me… don’t stop when you get to my dick.

” He said and turned to walk out of the bathroom, leaving me mesmerized and turned on so much that I was reconsidering that rose that I’d push to the back of my dresser.

I stood there stuck, trying to catch the breath that I hadn’t even realized that I was holding and gathering my thoughts before I turned the shower on and undressed.

I stood in the shower trying to focus, trying to wash up and get prepared for the day, but he was living rent free in my head.

He lips, the way he teased me, and good gracious, that body.

I lowkey imagined another version of our interaction that ended with him bending me over in the shower while he fucked me silly like those unhinged book baes, but I knew it wouldn’t happen.

I’d never even touched a man’s penis, let alone had one inside me so I knew that he would tear me to shreds—apart of me wanted him to.

Yep, I was a virgin, but not intentionally.

I’d spent most of my life with my head in books whether it was urban romance or schoolbooks.

When I went off to college in the city, my parents encouraged me to date and even Tori would try to hook me up with blind dates, but I just couldn’t get into the clubbing, drinking, smoking and one-night stands.

I was a lover girl through and through, so when I did decide to give up my virginity, I wanted it to be with a man that I truly loved.

I wouldn’t necessarily say I was waiting until marriage because that wasn’t the case, I was more so waiting for the perfect man to sweep me off my feet, like a love-at-first-sight kind of thing.

And that man would make passionate love to me just like the countless romance stories I’d read.

After showering, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me.

I brushed, flossed and went through my daily skin routine before realizing that I hadn’t brought a change of clothes in here with me.

I was mentally kicking my own ass about it.

Now, I had to go out there in front of this fine ass stranger that I’d been fantasizing about, in nothing but this small ass towel that barely covered my thick body.

I was proudly a size eighteen and loved the skin I was in, yet and still, no one had ever seen me naked besides my mom and Tori when she would come into the bathroom we shared in the dorm.

I guess it’s now or never.

I eased out of the bathroom, clutching the towel tight and silently praying that he’d wandered downstairs or found something to do that didn’t involve him being in this room but as soon as I turned the corner and walked into my bedroom, there he was.

Stretched out across the bed with one arm thrown over his face like he was sleeping.

Thank God!

I swallowed the lump in my throat and quietly walked towards the dresser to grab panties, bra and the outfit I’d already laid out for work today.

Yes, I was a little OCD; okay, maybe a lot, so everything had to be planned and organized, or I would freak out, which is why my clothes for the week were already prepped and paired, even down to the matching panty and bra set.

I reached for my lavender lace set and quietly moved over to the corner to get the outfit I’d laid out.

“That lil ass towel supposed to cover you or you just wore it to tease me?” he murmured.

I yelped, clutching the towel tighter against my chest.

“I didn’t— I wasn’t?—”

That cocky but sexy smirk appeared on his face again. “Relax Specs, I ain’t mad baby. Just tryna figure out if you’re as innocent as you look… or if that sweet little brain of yours is filthier than you letting on.”

I cleared my throat and stood my ground. On the inside, I was folding like a pretzel.

“Your funny. But no, I actually thought you were asleep mister and needed to get my clothes and get ready to open up,” I blurted.

“Is that right?” he asked, with his arm still thrown across his face though it was evident that he was looking at me, even if I couldn’t see his eyes.

“Umm—yea…”

“Well, let me tell you what I think,” he said, shifting in the bed. He moved his arm from across his face and now I could see his dangerous eyes—eyes that felt like were setting fire to my whole body. “I think you don’t know whether to be scared of me or turned on. So, which one is it, Specs?”

I rolled my eyes at him calling me by that nickname but opted out on repeating that it wasn’t my name for the hundredth time.

“It’s neither. If I were afraid of you, I wouldn’t have helped you. As for being turned on, I don’t even know you enough to be turned on by you. You’ve never even told me your name,” I said boldly.

“You don’t need to know me to feel me, Specs,” he murmured.

“Your body is already telling on you. I can feel the heat radiating off you from over here. Look at the way you clenching that lil ass towel like it’s gone save you.

” He chuckled low. Yea, you definitely turned on, sweet thing. Your just to innocent to recognize it.”

I sucked a sharp breath, flustered and blinking fast as chills creeped up my spine.

“I…should go…I need get dressed and ready to open the bookstore,” I said and shot across the room, heading out the door. I paused and turned around to see him still staring at me.

“Can I at least know the name of who I’ve been taking care of?” I asked.

He didn’t answer right away, just tilted his head as he gazed at me like he was trying to decide how to respond.

“You talking to a ghost, baby.”

My stomach tightened. “That’s not even a name.”

“It is now,” he smirked. “The only one that matters.”