Rough Ride: A Small Town Bad Boy Romance

Hell, I want that, too. She’s insatiable. And fucking gorgeous. But I like having a little control over her, giving her what she needs on my own terms. And, right now, all I want is to make her come hard from my touch.

I swing one leg over hers to hold her in place. “I said I want you to come for me.” My breath is hot and damp against the side of her face, and the sheets are bunched up where her hand is clutching the side of the mattress. “Come, Izzy,” I command her. “Come hard.”

My finger is rubbing wildly against her now, and only labored, desperate panting is coming from Izzy’s mouth. That’s fine, because I don’t need her words. Her body is telling me everything I need to know. I can feel the muscles in her legs and back tightening as she tries desperately to ward off her impending climax.

“I want you…” she pleads on a sigh.

“Not...until...you come.” I suddenly stop my sensual assault on her clit, making Izzy’s eyes snap open and a gasp pass her lips. Her slick wetness makes it easy to plunge two fingers inside her, and Izzy cries out at the intense sensation.

“This is what you want?” I growl against the side of her face, thrusting my fingers in and out furiously. “You want me to fill you, baby? Push you over the edge?”

“Yes,” she gasps desperately. “Oh, god, yes.”

I can feel how tightly she’s clenched around my fingers. Izzy is close. I hold her in place, and I’m relentless as I stroke her, in and out, hard, fast. Every fiber of her being is taut and on the verge of losing control.

“You feel amazing, Izzy,” I encourage. “Give in, baby.”

“Oh, god, Jace—”

Every muscle of her body, inside and out, constricts violently, her walls tightening around my fingers as she explodes beneath my touch. I don’t halt my movements until I’ve milked every last shudder and convulsion from her body.

She’s breathing heavily, her body now limp and exhausted as I slide my fingers out slowly and gently, tugging her close to me. My arms envelop her, and I nuzzle my nose into her n

eck, grinning as she squeaks in response. I know her too well; every nerve ending in her sexy little body is still on high alert, and the slightest caress or tender touch still feels intense and erotic to her.

“Good morning,” I whisper against her skin.

“Good morning, yourself.” She lets out a dramatic sigh, sinking against my chest. “That’s quite the way to wake me up, you know.”

“That doesn’t sound like a complaint,” I chuckle, planting soft kisses just below her ear.

“Believe me, it’s not.” She wriggles slightly, purposely pressing her back against my evident hardness. “What about you? I’ve got a few ideas—”

She’s already rolling over with mischievous intent in her eyes, but I grope for her wrists, holding her in place. “Not so fast,” I chuckle. “There’s time for that later.”

“You always say that,” she whines. But she’s grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Izzy, there is rarely a time I’ve ever stopped you from putting your hands on me,” I remind her.

“That’s not what I mean.” She rolls her eyes dramatically, like I’m the one misunderstanding this predicament. “I just mean that you always say that. That we have more time. Like you know for certain.”

“That’s because I do.” I lean over, tackling her to playfully pin her underneath me. “I won’t ever lose you again. Time is on our side now.” I kiss her, hard, then mentally chastise myself for getting sucked in to another potential sexual escapade with her. “Damn it, Izzy, I can’t keep my hands off you.” I roll off her like the heat of her skin is scalding me, theatrically holding my hands up in the air as I stand. I’m naked before her, and very, very hard.

Izzy’s got a lopsided grin on her face as she sits up, holding the sheets up to cover her chest. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is. Right now, anyway.” I turn my attention to the floor, looking for my jeans. “Especially since I have a surprise for you.”

“I’ll give you a surprise, if you’ll come back to bed.”

That’s enough to make my head snap up, and Izzy’s staring at me like I’m something she wants to devour. Shit, she’s incredible. I point a finger at her. “Stop it,” I smirk. “You’re killing me over here. Now, get out of bed. I’ve got something I want to show you. You can put your hands anywhere you want after that.”

“Promise?”

She looks so innocent when she asks, but I know better. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Izzy. Now, get up. I’ll meet you in the truck in fifteen minutes.”

Normally, Izzy resembles a zombie in the mornings, using only a series of grunts and head movements to convey what she needs until the coffee kicks in. But whether it’s the excitement of not knowing where I’m taking her, or the sexy, impromptu way I woke her up this morning, she seems wide awake and alert. I’ll have to keep that in mind for future reference.

A travel mug of coffee is cupped in her hands, her hair still damp from the quick shower she took before getting dressed and climbing into the truck like I’d instructed her to. No makeup, no fussy hairstyle.