Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara Page A
Authors: Rayne O'Gara
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and nuzzling my neck, he finishes his statement, “every sigh, moan, and scream you make… I want you to be un-fuzzed for. Every touch, feeling, and thought that happens… I want you to remember clearly.”
Oh…whoa.
“But I heard drunk sex could be fun. I wanna try that,” I manage to say without a whine to my voice. I think.
“Oh we will try all kinds of sex, I promise you that. Just not the first time. Come on, baby,” he chuckles into my ear. His hot breath on my neck sends my blood pounding again. That’s my spot. Mess with my neck and I’m a puddle of goo.
He tucks me under his arm and starts to walk us to the house. All my concentration on my steps. I’m scared my Jell-O legs will give out on me.
Chapter Seven
Luccas…
In my car on the way to Harmony’s, I try to shift my still hard dick into a more comfortable position without her noticing. Her taste still tingles on my tongue. A couple cups of coffee and water had her buzz fade enough for her to walk a straight line and give me her address. That was a fight in itself. Once she grasped me taking her home those fucking walls started going up again.
I am ignoring her sweet smell filling the interior of the car and her luscious body inches away from mine. I need a cool head and not to think with my little head. But is time what I really need to give her? I mean she responds better with the he-man take thing opposed to the sweet, slow talking I tried. Shit. I’m not sure what to do.
I glance over to her from the corner of my eye. The tight tense way she is holding herself doesn’t bode well for me.
“Are you feeling okay? Nauseous at all?” I ask her.
“No. Well not in the way you mean,” she answers me through what seems like gritted teeth.
She’s sick to her stomach…but not because of the alcohol?
“What’s that supposed to mean? Why exactly are you not feeling well?”
My temper sparks. There is no fucking way she’s going to say what I think she’s about to say, right?
I wait for her answer and pull into her parking spot. Shutting down the vehicle, the inside automatic lights come on and I turn to face her fully. I want her to look at me when she says this.
“Are you sick because we kissed again? Because you wrapped around my body like a vine?”
Harmony just rolls her eyes and opens the door, making her escape.
“I don’t think so,” I say to the empty car then follow her out and up the steps.
“I can see myself in all by my lonesome,” she snaps to me behind her.
“I don’t care. I will make sure you’re inside safely. Now answer my questions, Harmony.”
My whole thought process on being slow and sweet with her is history. She’s not some blooming flower that needs nurturing, more like a wasp. Why do I want to get stung so bad? At her door she shoves the key into the lock and cracks open the door. Now facing me, she shakes her head.
“In the view of regretting my words later, no. What happened between us is not why I am upset. I enjoyed it, okay? But nothing will happen with us. You asked me to think and I have. It’s not going to happen. It won’t work”
I don’t accept that. Fine, she doesn’t want to give this a go but I want a damn good explanation.
“Why?” my gruff question stops her from going into her place.
“Dammit, Luc, why do you need to know? Why is it so important to be inside my head?”
“I want to know why you push me away. You have for years, it’s time for me to know why,” I answer.
“If we gave whatever this is between us a go and it goes south, what then? My father’s your boss. You work for him. Did you ever stop to think about what would happen to your career?”
My eyes widen in shock at her. This is the reason? My job?
“I never thought your father the type of man to intentionally tank someone’s job over his daughters’ relationships. Is he that selfish? I didn’t think he was. Did I read him wrong?” I say disbelievingly.
“No he would never
Oh…whoa.
“But I heard drunk sex could be fun. I wanna try that,” I manage to say without a whine to my voice. I think.
“Oh we will try all kinds of sex, I promise you that. Just not the first time. Come on, baby,” he chuckles into my ear. His hot breath on my neck sends my blood pounding again. That’s my spot. Mess with my neck and I’m a puddle of goo.
He tucks me under his arm and starts to walk us to the house. All my concentration on my steps. I’m scared my Jell-O legs will give out on me.
Chapter Seven
Luccas…
In my car on the way to Harmony’s, I try to shift my still hard dick into a more comfortable position without her noticing. Her taste still tingles on my tongue. A couple cups of coffee and water had her buzz fade enough for her to walk a straight line and give me her address. That was a fight in itself. Once she grasped me taking her home those fucking walls started going up again.
I am ignoring her sweet smell filling the interior of the car and her luscious body inches away from mine. I need a cool head and not to think with my little head. But is time what I really need to give her? I mean she responds better with the he-man take thing opposed to the sweet, slow talking I tried. Shit. I’m not sure what to do.
I glance over to her from the corner of my eye. The tight tense way she is holding herself doesn’t bode well for me.
“Are you feeling okay? Nauseous at all?” I ask her.
“No. Well not in the way you mean,” she answers me through what seems like gritted teeth.
She’s sick to her stomach…but not because of the alcohol?
“What’s that supposed to mean? Why exactly are you not feeling well?”
My temper sparks. There is no fucking way she’s going to say what I think she’s about to say, right?
I wait for her answer and pull into her parking spot. Shutting down the vehicle, the inside automatic lights come on and I turn to face her fully. I want her to look at me when she says this.
“Are you sick because we kissed again? Because you wrapped around my body like a vine?”
Harmony just rolls her eyes and opens the door, making her escape.
“I don’t think so,” I say to the empty car then follow her out and up the steps.
“I can see myself in all by my lonesome,” she snaps to me behind her.
“I don’t care. I will make sure you’re inside safely. Now answer my questions, Harmony.”
My whole thought process on being slow and sweet with her is history. She’s not some blooming flower that needs nurturing, more like a wasp. Why do I want to get stung so bad? At her door she shoves the key into the lock and cracks open the door. Now facing me, she shakes her head.
“In the view of regretting my words later, no. What happened between us is not why I am upset. I enjoyed it, okay? But nothing will happen with us. You asked me to think and I have. It’s not going to happen. It won’t work”
I don’t accept that. Fine, she doesn’t want to give this a go but I want a damn good explanation.
“Why?” my gruff question stops her from going into her place.
“Dammit, Luc, why do you need to know? Why is it so important to be inside my head?”
“I want to know why you push me away. You have for years, it’s time for me to know why,” I answer.
“If we gave whatever this is between us a go and it goes south, what then? My father’s your boss. You work for him. Did you ever stop to think about what would happen to your career?”
My eyes widen in shock at her. This is the reason? My job?
“I never thought your father the type of man to intentionally tank someone’s job over his daughters’ relationships. Is he that selfish? I didn’t think he was. Did I read him wrong?” I say disbelievingly.
“No he would never
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