Still, being among so many athletically fit males left me very conscious of my size and more than a little horny. Eager to get away from so much temptation, I rushed out of the locker room and plowed right into the man who’d just opened the door to enter.
“Hey!” He grabbed at my arms in an apparent attempt to steady me.
But I’m no lightweight. Instead of keeping me on my feet, he fell backwards through the doorway—taking me with him.
We landed face-to-face with me on top of him. His briefcase, my shoulder bag, which I carried in my hand, and my tote flew to the floor.
We lay in the corridor for several moments catching our breaths and staring at each other. I soon became aware of the sexy brown eyes staring up at me. And of the big, hot hands seeming to burn through my clothes to sear my nether cheeks. I didn’t know how his hands ended on my ass but I liked having them there.
“Damn,” he spoke in a low, husky voice that seemed to dance along my nerve endings sending fire all through my body.
Oh hell. I must be crushing him. “I’m sorry,” I murmured and tried to scramble off his body. His hands were still on my ass and all I accomplished was rubbing myself against his groin. Heat rushed to my cheeks when I felt what I thought was the beginning of an erection in him.
I reached back to push his hands off my behind. Finally, I managed to scramble to my feet with a total lack of grace with the unmistakable impression that he was aroused. Instead of shocking me, the knowledge excited me. How nice would it have been to continue lying on top of him with his cock hardening to a full erection under me?
“I beg your pardon!” I cried.
He rose slowly and straightened his tie.
I was relieved to see that he was a tall, well-built man with dark hair combed back from an attractive, lightly tanned face.
His silent stare left me feeling as if he were undressing me with his eyes and not liking what he saw. Yet he’d cupped my ass so firmly had it been bare he would have left palm prints.
It would be just my luck that I’d plowed the most attractive man I’ve met in months over and made him sprain something. “Are you all right?”
“Damn, woman.”
Was that a good damn or a bad one? I couldn’t decide. “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling awkward yet undeniably attracted to him.
He blew out his breath and gave me another long stare before he responded. “When did they convert these doors to a freight entrance?” he asked, finally looking away from me and brushing off the expensive, dark suit he wore.
Even though I’d already decided I needed to lose weight to increase my chances of landing Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome sooner rather than later, I’d never met a man who made me feel so much like an unattractive blimp with so little effort.
I stared at him, biting back the urge to tell him to go fuck his sorry ass. Instead, with my face burning with embarrassment, I pushed past him, snatched my shoulder bag from the floor, and rushed down the corridor to the elevator.
“Hey, wait a minute,” he called after me.
I couldn’t ever remember feeling so humiliated and hurt by a strange man’s clear lack of interest. There was no way in hell I’d give him a chance to make his opinion even clearer. I heard him run after me but managed to reach the opening elevator doors and push the door close button before he could reach out a hand to hold it open.
Once I reached the street floor, I hurried from the ballpark and quickly walked out to the parking lot. Once safe inside my car, I took several deep breaths before I started the engine. I’d never been more thankful to do most of my work at home than I was that afternoon. I wouldn’t have to go into the office and face anyone until I’d regained my emotional balance.
My face felt hot and I struggled to overcome an unexpected but powerful urge to have a good, gut-wrenching sob. My reaction to our brief and unpleasant encounter angered me. I’d never been particularly attracted to white men. So why should I care what he thought of me? I didn’t even know who the hell he was and would probably never see him again. Thank God.
Nevertheless I spent the entire fifty– minute drive home thinking about him—recalling his warm brown eyes surrounded by sinfully long dark lashes and his chiseled lips. Not to mention his big, hard body and the beginning of his involuntary erection while our lower bodies were in close, almost intimate contact.
It is so time for you to get a regular man in your life so you don’t go all horny every time you find yourself lying on top of a big, handsome man who does not share the attraction. Yeah. Like that’s going to happen again. You had your shot and you blew it. Despite grabbing your ass, he wasn’t impressed.