Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,81

just need to enjoy the ride and not sweat the details.

“That’s quite a collection,” I say absently, then he shuts me up again with his magic tongue as it flicks against a spot that sends a jolt into my bellybutton. He licks until I’m on the edge. My ass comes off the seat as I push my hips forward. I’m almost there. So close. His fingers thrust into me like pistons, in and out. But then he does something with them, hooks them at the tip, and suddenly my body explodes. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I hold his mouth against me, riding this wave of pleasure. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm until I’m afraid I might go blind from the pressure.

I open my eyes, not realizing they’d been closed, and see stars. As I start to come down, I release my grip on him. He comes up for air with a smile, and licks his glossy lips.

“You taste so sweet,” he says.

All I can do is wistfully smile. Right now, I need to get my strength back if we’re going to do this.

He lies on top of me. I love the way his heavy body feels against mine. He stares down at me, brushing his fingers through my hair and looks me in the eyes. Even when he lays soft kisses on my lips, he continues to make eye contact.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he says.

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say. Is that a line he feeds all the girls, or is he for real? If he’s lying, it’s impossible to tell. Great, another amazing liar. I guess it doesn’t really matter with Ram, though. It’s not like we’re in a relationship. This is just part of his game.

This is getting too serious. I’m too vulnerable to listen to these kinds of things right now. He’s the Bed Shaker, and that’s exactly what I plan to use him for. I reach for the waistband of his shorts. I can’t wait to see the monster he has hiding in there. But he stops me before I can get a look.

I look at him, confused. “We have plenty of time for that,” he says.

He kisses me again with gentle lips, managing to make it feel like it’s something more than it is. It feels frighteningly like a promise of something more. The fact that I want that kind of promise shakes me so badly that I feel the pressure of tears behind my eyes.

“I want it now,” I demand.

I want it hard and ruthless, I want him to smash into me with the force of a jackhammer. I want to be fucked so hard that I forget everything, until I forget how magical it feels to be under his touch.

He stops me when I reach for his shorts again. “What’s the rush?” he says.

I look down at the raging bulge in his shorts. I know he wants me too. This must be part of his game, making women feel special until they fall for him, keep them coming back. This is a game I can’t play. Not now.

I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart beating like a humming bird inside. Then I push him away. He looks confused, hurt even.

“What’s wrong?” he says.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.”

His eyebrows come together as he scrutinizes my face. “You’re lying.”

My chest is flushed and my nipples are rock-hard. It’s pretty obvious I’m still incredibly turned on. “I have things I need to do,” I tell him.

He doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t try to stop me when I push myself out of his truck. My knees are still weak and almost buckle beneath me. He catches me before I fall. I want to be tangled up in those arms again, his lips on me, breathing each other’s air. I want him inside of me. But I can’t do that.

“Next time?” he says. There’s hope in his voice.

There won’t be a next time. Not if I’m to keep my heart in check.

I nod and smile. “Next time.”

7

Ram

I’ve never left a woman without getting mine too. Never had a woman stop before actually having sex. I did something to scare her. There was panic in her eyes when she looked at me, but I don’t know what I said or did wrong. I almost did something that scared