Anywhere (BBW Romance)

by Christin Lovell

  Rather than brighten, his gaze further darkened. “Oh, I am going to do more than kiss you, sweet Ari.” He rose up and hauled me against him, kissing me hard. There was a playful edge to his caress this time though. “You are mine now.”

  I squealed, laughing as Ram grabbed my rear asset; squeezing it, he yanked me against his swiftly stiffening cock. The action heated me from core to surface in one second flat. I moaned softly against his lips.

  He fidgeted, but didn’t lose contact with me. He nibbled my lips, keeping my attention. A moment later, he slid something on my left right finger. “I have waited years to give this to you.”

  I broke away to look at it. “It’s gorgeous, Ram!” I gasped. I knew my eyes shone with awe at the three-karat diamond solitaire ring. It wasn’t fussy; the diamond was the star, the lone attraction. It was large and curvy like me. It was perfect. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, locked in surprise. “I love it.”

  He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I am glad you do.”

  I threw my arms around his neck, hissing as my arm flared with fresh pain.

  Frowning, he gently claimed my lips. “Come, aşkım, I will make you forget your pain.”

  “Confident, are you?” I bit back a smile.

  “I know what I am good at.” He winked.

  I puckered my lips, considering him. “You don’t know if you’ll be good at it with me. I’m not like other women.”

  “And that is what I love about you.” He kissed me again, drawing me deeper into him this time. “I will take care of you, Ari. I promise.”

  My reply was a whispered, “I know.”

  Ram had always taken care of me. He’d done the best he could, and that was what mattered. No one was perfect; I certainly wasn’t. Love is not easy. It requires that you do and be the best you can be for another person, even when you don’t feel like it. You do it out of affection; because you want to make their life easier, better, when they’re with you.

  They may not always respond in kind; they will make mistakes, they will make you mad, they will test you and drive you to the edge, but they will never throw you over the cliff without being there to catch you. Any man who forces you out of your comfort zone without the proper support doesn’t love you. A man who cares about you is hyperaware of your needs and your limits, and for that they deserve grace, not hate.

  Ram deserved grace, not hate, for what was and what couldn’t be changed.

  “Trust me, Ari,” he pleaded, his lips further seducing me.

  “I always have.” I thrust my tongue into his mouth, bolding backing my claim. I was willingly giving myself up to him.

  Wrapping an arm around my lower back, he hauled me against him. His other hand cradled the back of my neck, careful not to touch the more tender areas. “I will never betray you, aşkım. Any man who tells you I have is a liar.”

  I pulled back some, unable to ignore his statement. “Are you telling me that in preparation for it to happen?”

  He met my gape head on, not relenting in his hold on me. “I am telling you so you know. You will never have to wonder with me again. No more secrets.”

  Nodding in agreement, I repeated, “No more secrets.”

  With one final kiss, he broke away from me. Taking a step to the side, he held out his hand. His eyes glittered with all I’d longed to see unveiled in them. “Come to bed with me, aşkım.”

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My pussy clenched in excitement, anticipation compressed my womb. I’d waited five years for this day. I deserved a medal for that one. I placed my left hand in his right. “Every night that you’re here.” I beamed at him.

  He lifted the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it, keeping my gaze the entire time.

  An unexpected wave of pleasure shot down my spine, blanketing me in fresh warmth and need.

  Silently, he led me to the bedroom.

  Chapter Twelve

  Aeren

  For one brief moment, apprehension slid through me. It’d been so long since a man had seen me naked. Then Ram kissed me tenderly and stated, “You are beautiful, Ari.” Before I could reply, he claimed my lips again, further silencing my insecurities.

  Masterfully, he undid the robe and carefully slid it off of my body. Breaking our kiss, he stepped back and thoroughly looked me up and down.

  My nipples pebbled beneath his assessment. My pussy pulsed with expectation. I kept my head high and my gaze focused on him, rather than my abundant curves.

  Lightning flickered outside followed quickly by thunder. The storm only added to the mood.

  There was heat in his eyes. His lips were a dark rose now and were extra plump from our embrace. His dark features had always been a lure. He was tall, dark and handsome with an accent.

  He licked his lips, his teeth peeking out as he bit his lower lip.

  Desire swarmed me. Need had me itching to pounce on him. I felt like an addict who hadn’t had a hit in twenty-four hours. My heart raced with anticipation, with desperation.

  Ram’s nostrils flared. Our breathing intensified as we stared at one another, lost in each other. Five years was a long time to go without. And damn if he didn’t look yummy, even with roughed-up clothes on.

  Impatience overruling, I leapt towards him. He jerked me against him, claiming my mouth. He immediately sought entrance with his tongue.

  I ripped at his tattered suit, ignoring the discomfort in my arm as I did so. Ram helped me undress him until we were both flesh to flesh, warmth-to-warmth, soft curves to hard steel. He felt like heaven. I felt consumed by his presence, his touch. I’d never felt so close to him.

  Leaning back, I took in every visible inch of him. His grip was iron clad around me, showcasing his chest and arm muscles. His eyes were molten chocolate as he watched me study his every plain and dip.

  Lifting my hand, I ran my fingers through the sprinkle of hair in the center of his chest. The bottom point of it drew a line straight down to where his erection firmly pressed into my plush belly. His complexion reminded me of rich caramel, that sexy line of manliness a drizzle of luscious chocolate. My breasts swelled just observing him.

  My breath caught as he spun us, pushing my back into the nearest wall. He trailed his lips along my jaw, skipped my neck and landed on my shoulder before gliding down my good arm. Goose pimples broke out over me. There was something so intimate and touching about the move.

  Returning, I nearly purred as he captured a pert nipple; I parted with a moan as pleasure tinged my chest. I grabbed his biceps, holding him for support and stability. Liquid heat coated my pussy as he steadily worked my hard peak. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, which only heightened my arousal.

  Over and over he dipped the tip of himself between my wet folds, taunting me. He laved my breast, his eyes stormy as he witnessed my pleasure. He had me primed and on the edge, waiting.

  Abruptly, all at once, he switched breasts and drove his cock straight into me as the heavens opened up outside. The sudden downpour beyond the window drowned my cry of pleasure out, but not the sensations wracking me.

  Pleasure whipped me from every angle as Ram set a slow and torturous pace. He drove me crazy. Blissful vibrations echoed around my channel with every surge and retreat. The way he worked my sensitive nipple with his mouth only added to the eroticism.

  Ram abandoned my breast for my lips, thoroughly kissing me. He took his time, which had me practically climbing him, trying to increase the speed. Nipping my lip, he pulled my arms away from him. Using his strength, he held them to my sides. “Patience, aşkım.”

  I groaned, tilting my head back, desperately trying to shove my hips into his. Pressure, longing, began to crush my limbs. Slowly it mounted, had me holding my breath, seeking to feel him, fighting to fly.

  Fuck. I’d never wanted to come so bad.

  I nearly cried as he broke away. My eyes flew open as he pinched my clit and bit each nipple in quick succession. “What was that for?” I was too wound up, my
brain muddled with my intense yearning to properly react to him.

  “Relax.” He touched his lips gingerly across mine, appeasing me. “I do not want you to fall.”

  It wasn’t until he started to guide me towards the bed that I realized how unstable I was, how weak my knees were. I let him settle me where he wanted on the mattress. As he climbed over me, positioning himself, I pressed a palm to his cheek. “You took care of me.” I blamed stating the obvious on my sex high.

  Determination tautened his features. “Always.” He plunged into me, fresh sensations stealing my attention. He peppered kisses upon my upper body randomly, until he couldn’t split his focus any longer.

  Tension damn near flattened me as he plowed into me over and over at a turtle’s stride. I squirmed, grasping at him, pleading for release with each moan. Every stroke of him inside me had me clamoring for more.

  I didn’t know how much more I could take. He had too much control. He owned my pleasure and refused to relinquish it. I ached everywhere, the need to come beginning to burn.

  I looked at Ram. His eyes were laser points trained on me. His jaw was tight, his expression intense. His muscles flexed with every thrust, and his breathing was labored with mine. His desire to let go was visible, yet his self-control demolished my own. How he could hold out I didn’t know.

  Chills chased down my spine as he growled, “You will say my name.”

  I didn’t care if I had to sing the Star Spangled Banner naked at the Super Bowl, I wanted release; I needed release. I fought to raise my hips, to meet his, but again, he wouldn’t allow me to hasten him.

  Leaning into me, he brushed his lips to my ear. “Who gives you pleasure, aşkım?”

  I clung to him, digging my nails into his back. My answer was breathless and hoarse; I didn’t recognize my own voice. “You do.”

  He pressed the softest kiss to my neck. “You will thank me.” It wasn’t a command; it was a prediction.

  I was willing to lick a porcupine if he would speed up. I needed-

  A guttural cry belted from me as he abruptly changed positions and drove into me with sweet abandon. I immediately climaxed, pleasure assaulting every inch of me. My pussy wept, contracting around his suddenly aggressive cock.

  His name was a plea and a praise as erotic sensations shot through me, scorching my veins in a beautiful way, seizing my limbs and temporarily blinding me. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t hear above my thumping pulse and the rain outside; I was forced to feel him. I was hyperaware, raw and quivering with his every thrust.

  My release was long and demanding, the same way Ram made love to me. He drew out my pleasure to an unexpectedly powerful orgasm no other man came close to giving me.

  As I descended, I heard my name among a string of foreign words. His rhythm slowed to a lazy man’s random plunge, as both of us were left breathless.

  Thunder boomed loudly as he met my gaze, a gaze I was certain was starry eyed and bright. A cocky grin curled his lips. “You liked it.”

  I frowned. “You nearly killed me.” I bit back my smile, my humor coming through.

  He chastely kissed my non-compliant lips, chuckling as he drew back. “If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead, aşkım,” he taunted.

  “I suppose,” I conceded.

  He rolled onto the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. “You can only be stubborn for so long.” He glided a single fingertip along one edge of my wide hips.

  Turning onto my left side, I faced him. I pressed my palms to his chest. Catching sight of my ring, I set all hilarity and stubbornness aside. “Be careful tonight.” My throat ached just thinking about him leaving to-

  I couldn’t bring myself to say it. My chest tightened with emotion. In ways, I felt safer with Ram knowing his skills; in others, I was unnerved. Not because I feared him, but because I feared what could happen to him when I wasn’t around.

  He looked at me for a lengthy minute before hooking his arms around me. “Do not worry, aşkım. I promised you one hundred years.”

  I worked my arms around his fit frame and squeezed him. “I love you, Ram.”

  “And I love you, karım.”

  His warmth cocooned me; his words assured my worried soul. “What does karım mean?”

  “It means ‘my wife,’ which you will soon become.”

  I smiled against him, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “I like it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Two Years Later …

  Aeren

  “Damn, girl, you look ready to pop.”

  I cut my eyes at Sam. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you if you didn’t have anything nice to say to shut up?” Admittedly, at nine months pregnant, I felt like a beached whale and indeed looked my full two days overdue. My feet were swollen cream puffs, my back ached, my boobs were huge and heavy, and I couldn’t hold my pee for five minutes, but I was the happiest I’d ever been.

  Ram affectionately rubbed my belly and dropped a consoling kiss on my cheek. Lifting his stare, he cut his eyes at Sam. “Be nice or she will kick us both out.”

  Dark eyes, dark brown skin, a mouth full of white teeth and a body of pure muscle, Sam was quite a catch. He knew it too. He gave me a charming smile. “Come on, Ari. You know I got nothin’ but love for you, baby.” Sam also defied the tight suit stereotype of nearly every Hollywood C.I.A. portrayal.

  “Uh huh.” I stepped aside, clearing a path for him to come inside the house. “Get in here.”

  “Hurry so I can get her feet up. My stubborn wife insisted on answering the door.” Ram feigned upset; nothing but love shone in his eyes, though.

  “You were busy making my sandwich,” I reasoned.

  Sam closed the door behind him. “Do I want to know what’s between the bread this week?” He smirked.

  Ram did his best not to react. “Peanut butter and American cheese.”

  Sam scrunched his nose. “Uh, I already ate.”

  I smacked them both. “Shut up. You’ve never even tried it.”

  “And I don’t plan to either.” Sam shook his head in dismay. “Unh uh, this pregnancy stuff is not for me.”

  Ram gave his boss a knowing grin. “You say that now, but you will change your mind.”

  I closed the distance between Ram and me, and did my best to hug him, which wasn’t so easy anymore. He had been amazing over the past seven years, but exceeded all expectations in the past nine months. When he was working, Sam was constantly around to check on me by the time I got home from work. Even when he wasn’t around, Ram ensured I was taken care of and protected, which made me love him all the more. His job challenged our relationship at times, but we made it work.

  They say love is easy; it’s commitment that’s hard. I was a lucky woman because I had a husband who loved me and was committed to me from anywhere in the world. He never left me wondering and he never kept another secret. Unfortunately, he did keep me waiting when it came to O’s, but damn were they worth it, just like my husband.

  “Oh, no, no. Keep that gooey love stuff under wraps until I leave, will ya?”

  Ram and I exchanged glances before facing Sam.

  Sam quirked a brow expectantly.

  “One day, some woman is going to bring you to your knees and you’ll want gooey love stuff with her, and I fully intend to teach my child how to cock block you every time.” I stuck my nose in the air, turned on my swollen heel and waddled towards the couch.

  “Now that’s just cruel. Why you gotta do a brother like that?” Sam followed behind me.

  My only response was a harrumph.

  When I reached the sofa, both men were there to arrange pillows and help to situate me. When I was finally settled, Ram leaned down and kissed my belly before he brushed my lips. “I will finish your sandwich.”

  “I love you.” I beamed up at him.

  He smiled wide, his entire face illuminating.

  “You really like this shit, man?” Sam couldn’t comprehend how a man having to make
less than appealing sandwiches for his balloon of a wife could be so happy.

  But Ram was happy.

  I was happy.

  And one day Sam would know this happiness as well, even if takes him five years and a few bad guys to admit it.

  “I love you, too, karım.”

  I watched Ram disappear into the kitchen to finish my sandwich, just one of his many wonderful acts of love.

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  And now, please enjoy this extended sneak peek of the BBW erotic romance title perfect for the season: Summer Nights, available through e-book retailers now.

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  SUMMER NIGHTS

  Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell

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  SUMMER NIGHTS

  Plus-size Summer is in need of an escape from the turmoil with her parents and stress of every day life at home. She heads to the island of Puerto Rico for a four-day weekend getaway with her best friend, Stella. She never expected to have a one-night stand, nor did she expect that one-night stand to be anything more. But the connection is undeniable.

  Cruz has been running from commitment. His job keeps him going, and keeps his loved ones at risk. So when he meets voluptuous Summer, a long-term relationship is the furthest thing from his mind. But one night with her, and he knows he can’t picture a future without her. Can he convince her of that though? …a lot can happen in four days.

  WARNING: This book contains graphic sexual content between one full figured Southern gal and one hot, Latin hunk. It’s a great summer read, just be sure you’re near some water to cool off.

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  Chapter One

  “Where the hell are the sea breezes everyone talked about? Damn. I feel swindled,” Stella grumbled, stepping out of the busy airport and getting her first breath of hot, humid San Juan air.

  “Do people really use the word swindled still?” I asked, lifting my brow in amusement.

  “I do.” She was curt, matter of fact, but then again, Stella always spoke her mind.

  “You have a point though. I expected San Diego breezes several degrees hotter. Instead, I feel like I’m inhaling a gallon of water with each breath. I hope and pray that the cab has A/C.” I fanned myself with my free hand, but it did nothing for the temperature rising inside my full figured body. Fat was an insulator, which only made me want to strip and jump into an ice bath, with no one around of course.