Obsession Down Under by LAYNE MACADAM Page A

The low hum of the television must have been what disturbed her.
    Whip glanced at his watch. “Near enough to four hours.”
    “Four hours!” Her jaw fell open. “Whip, I’m so sorry.” She bolted into a sitting position.
    “No apology necessary.”
    The bedcover he must have draped her with slipped to her waist. She reached to retrieve it and cover up, but his hands were quicker.
    “Don’t do that, babe, I’m admiring the view.”
    She’d had boyfriends call her pet names before, sweetheart and sugar, even honey, but no one had ever called her ‘babe’ before. It gave her goose bumps and made her want to throw her arms around her waist and hug herself with joy.
    Her moment of rapture was short-lived, though. Nature was calling. Problem with that, she’d have to cross the room with her flabby, hail-damaged bottom wobbling like a bowl full of jelly. Not a pretty sight. In fact, she’d have to say a definite turn-off.
    “I have to, ah, use the bathroom.” Her voice was low and had a sheepish edge as she made the announcement.
    “Behind that door.” Whip pointed across the room but didn’t swing his eyes back to the television as she’d hoped.
    The big guy didn’t get it so she’d have to spell it out. “Either lift your butt off the bedspread so I can use it to cover up, or shut your eyes while I cross the room.”
    He quirked an eyebrow and folded his arms. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    “Is a little privacy too much to ask?” She squirmed and wriggled in the bed.
    “I hadn’t planned on following you in.” 
    He had the audacity to grin. She made a face and stood her ground. She could pinpoint the instant that light dawned, when he’d realized she was self-conscious about her body. His eyes darkened and hooded over. Now that he knew, of course he’d oblige and turn away, but he confounded her by saying, “I told you, babe, I like the view.”
    She gulped. Here was a man to die for, athletic, handsome, admiring her as if she had the body and face of a beauty queen when it was he who was the model type. But it was his truth, evident in his eyes. The knowledge thrilled her, so throwing off the last of her inhibitions, she climbed out of bed and even added a sway to her walk as she flounced across the room.
    The wolf whistle stopped her in her tracks by the bathroom door. So exuding a confidence his words had given her, she did a slow turn, stretched her arm above her head, and treated him to a full-frontal view.
    “God, woman you make me feel like a dog with two tails. I don’t know which one to wag first.”
    An inner glow spread through her body and laughter erupted through lips that parted in a grin at his nonsense. “Oh, Whip, you say the silliest things.”
    “Just being honest.”
    Cloaked in warmth and only a little embarrassed, she blew him a kiss and then swung around and pulled the bathroom door closed behind her.

Chapter 7
    Whip loved a woman with a fuller figure, and the white globes of Jessie Rose’s ass teased and turned him on. He wanted to bury himself between her cheeks and take her from behind. That was, until she turned, and then his eyes almost popped out of his skull. What a vision. He adjusted his boys. Her womanly figure was all contours and curves, big breasts jiggling, he wanted to hold and support them, be her human bra. He’d wondered whether her tattoo had just been an embellishment of their cybersex play, so when he discovered it for real on her depilated pussy he was more than a little thrilled. God, it was dead sexy. Visualizing her now, naked in all her glory, his dick went to full mast. The toilet flushed, and he heard the shower turn on.
    Fuck the game.
    He peeled the shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bed. His slacks hit the deck next, followed by his briefs. Buck-naked and on a mission, he barged into the bathroom.
    The look of happy surprise on her face warmed him as he stepped under the shower spray in front of her.
    “What are you