“Oh my god, Neida. Your tall, sinfully handsome brave has noticed you. He’s looking this way!”
Oneida Armstrong’s heartbeat increased. She swallowed quickly before she looked across the room and into the dark brown eyes of the handsome man seated alone at a table on the opposite side of the restaurant.
A shock of desire and emotion overwhelmed her senses. She felt as shaken as she had after their gazes met and briefly locked on Monday morning. Then, as now, she knew she looked at her ultimate fantasy. His raw, sensual masculinity stroked her most primal passions and needs. Something deep in his dark, compelling gaze whispered to her heart.
He’s the one. With him you’ll know either heartache and pain or endless nights of bliss and a long life of shared love and devotion. He's the one. Don’t let him slip out of your reach. Do whatever is necessary to get and keep him.
She sucked in a breath. Did he feel a sense of destiny as he looked at her? Did his heart and sensual desires recognize her as his soul mate?
They locked gazes for several more moments.
She felt as if he were probing her most secret desires. Instead of shaming her, the thought excited and aroused her. She felt beautiful, sexy and hungry to satisfy his deepest passions. Did he feel her need for him? If so, did it stroke his cravings?
He abruptly rose. Keeping his gaze locked on her, he put several bills on the table and moved in her direction.
“Here he comes. Get ready to bat your gorgeous eyes and to flaunt that outrageous rack of yours at him so he’s knocked right off his big feet.”
Neida dragged her gaze away from the handsome stranger’s and turned to give her best friend Betty a frantic look. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can!”
“He’s out of my league.”
“The hell he is! You’re beautiful. He's gorgeous! I’m so sure he’s your Mr. Right, I can almost hear the beautiful babies you’ll make together calling me Auntie Betty.”
Neida’s gaze was drawn back to the object of their discussion. With the exception of her first crush and love, her most intimate fantasies had always revolved around Native American men. She loved their skin tone, their high cheekbones, their glossy brown hair, and the mystique surrounding them.
Although a lot taller than the men populating her sensual desires, the sexy hunk strolling towards their table might have stepped right out of her most erotic daydream. She moistened her lips imagining herself slowly peeling the clothes off of his big, buff body. She loved a man who possessed a muscular build without the appearance of an overly muscled weightlifter.
She swallowed, envisioning stroking her hands over his wide shoulders, down his massive chest and his rippled abs to cup his cock. As he hardened against her fingers, she’d part her legs and welcome him inside her body. A rush of moisture filled her thong at her erotic desires.
Get a grip, Neida. What are the chances he’s attracted to plus-sized black women? He didn’t ask your name on Monday and he’s not going to ask it now.
“Neida!” Betty nudged her foot under the table. “Here he comes! Snap out of it already. Say something witty or at least smile at him.”
Even as an inner voice urged her to seize the second chance she’d been given to capture his attention, the fear of rejection kept her silent and unsmiling.
“Neida!”
The man with the sinfully dark, compelling eyes slowed his stride.
Betty reached across the table to give her hand a hard squeeze. “Smile at him and give him a reason to stop.”
He paused at their table.
Neida sucked in a slow breath, unable to look away from him. Her heart thundered against her ribs.
“Good morning ladies.”
Her imagination ran wild at the sound of his deep, sexy baritone. Undress me with your eyes. Stare at my lips and my breasts. Give me a sign you feel some of what I feel.
“Good morning!” Even as Betty smiled at him, she gave Neida’s hand a vicious squeeze.
“Good morning,” he said, his gaze still locked on Neida.
She gave herself a mental shake. “Good morning.”
He glanced at her left hand before raising his gaze to her breasts. “It is now.”
Neida swallowed hard.
His gaze lingered on her breasts for so long her nipples hardened.
Finally, he looked into her eyes again. he long, searching look in his dark, sensual gaze pinned her to the seat.
She parted her lips and drank him in with her eyes. He must have been at least 6’ 5” or 6’ 6”. The most attractive male she'd ever seen in person, he exuded confidence and sex appeal. Was he married?
Noting her gaze shifting downward, he lifted his left hand. He turned it slowly, allowing her to see that it bore no signs of having recently been adorned with a wedding band.
Cheeks burning, she looked into his eyes again.
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