This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance)

by Tamryn Ward

  When she reached down to stroke his crotch through his clothes, he quickly snatched her hand away. “Not yet, baby,” he told her in a soft voice before teasing a nipple with his tongue and teeth. In response, she arched her back, pushing her breasts higher into the air. When he flickered his tongue over the second taut bud, her gasp filled his ears.

  She was so responsive, so sexy. It seemed his every touch, light or firm, upon arm, breast or stomach, made her quiver with delight. He delighted in watching her face as need and tension, love and adoration played over her features. When he slipped off her panties and caught the scent of her arousal, he almost lost all control. He wanted her so badly he could practically taste his need as it pulsed through his body.

  Again, she reached for him, her hand brushing against his jeans where they hid the firm flesh that ached to be inside her and again he gently pushed her hand away. To further discourage her from touching him yet, he slid back, away from her. Then he lifted her knees and parted them, drinking in the sight of the wet curls covering her sex.

  Drawn by the promise of sweet juices, he lowered his head and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating. Addictive. He couldn’t get enough. He inhaled several more times then took his first taste.

  No sooner did his tongue make contact with her slick flesh than she cried out and squirmed. He stilled her with firm pressure on her pelvis and skirted her slit with his tongue. As expected, she tasted sweeter than any nectar. At that moment, he knew he could never get enough of her. His first taste was his undoing and he’d spend the rest of his life hungering for his next.

  He felt her stomach muscles tighten under his right hand as he flickered his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, the tiny nub tucked in her folds. And when he pressed a finger inside as he continued to stimulate it, warm sweet juices coated it.

  His erection was beyond discomfort now. He glanced up and saw the tension of her arousal on each of her features. Her mouth was drawn into a straight line. Her eyelids were clamped tightly. Shallow creases drew lines across her forehead.

  “Make love to me,” she pleaded. “Just tell me I’ll be yours, for always.”

  “It took me a lifetime to find you, including a couple of the most confusing, frustrating months of my life,” he said, sitting up and gathering her into his arms. “I’m not about to let you go now. Jane Brown,” he added, looking into her eyes, “you are everything I’ve ever wished for in a woman. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I was an idiot for not seeing that sooner. Will you forgive me?”

  She grinned. “I suppose…if you let me see what’s under those clothes. Don’t you think you’ve made me wait long enough?”

  “Probably.” He raised his arms, enjoying the way her gaze followed the hem of his shirt as she lifted it up over his stomach, chest and then shoulders.

  She gasped. “My goodness! What you were hiding under there. I had no idea.”

  Feeling a little wicked, he teased, “Just wait ‘til you see what’s under the Jockeys.”

  * * * * *

  Jane had never even dreamed of sleeping with a guy who looked like Jason. Never, ever. Not even when she’d been a teenager. He was so perfect. Starting at the waist, he had sharply chiseled abs like the guys in underwear commercials, a developed chest that had to have taken eons and zillions of pushups and bench presses to shape…and his shoulders. Oh those shoulders! Having a weakness for wide, heavily muscled shoulders but never being this close to a set, she was in awe. There were bulges on top of bulges and they didn’t end there. They carried down his arms.

  And when he moved those arms…she was in heaven! She wondered if she might have an orgasm just from the sight. Still wondering if she was dreaming again, she reached up and poked his chest with an index finger then said, “Pinch me.”

  He pinched her forearm, just hard enough to sting.

  She wasn’t sleeping.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” she asked as she let her index finger follow the deep ridge between his pecs down the center of his stomach. It stopped at his pants waistband and she shuddered with expectation, staring at the bulge front and center behind his zipper. No doubt about it, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said wait until she saw what was in there!

  A little bit of bravery and a lot of curiosity gave her the strength to unzip his trousers. And the steady throb between her legs was enough motivation to push them the rest of the way down his smooth-skinned, muscular legs.

  The man was built like a god! And he wanted to be with her?

  With his pants gone, the sheer size of the bulge in the front of his snug black cotton briefs was a little intimidating. But with a little gentle encouragement from Jason, she finally pulled the briefs down and took her first look at what was under them.

  A huge lump formed in her throat. His shoulders weren’t the only…oversized…part of this man. It was the size of one of those dildos she and Lori saw at the sex-toy shop. She was grateful it wasn’t the size of the John Holmes model at least, but she still wondered if it would fit. Her experience being what it was—best labeled limited—she couldn’t be sure of anything.

  “I have a silly question,” she said, feeling foolish.

  “Sure.”

  “Um…have you ever killed a woman with that?” she asked, pointing at his tool.

  His laugh was a delightful blend of amusement and wicked promises. “Not literally,” he answered. “I promise if at any time you tell me to stop, I will. I don’t want it to be painful for you. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s why I want to make sure you’re good and ready.” He pressed on her shoulders, easing her onto her back then gently parted her legs again. His fingers found all the right spots as they drew circles on the outside of her privates, plunged in and out, and otherwise drove her to near insanity.

  The sounds of his voice as he whispered sweet promises to her, the scent of his skin, the feel of his hands on her, the tickle of his hair against her thighs as he lowered his head between them, and the taste of his kiss that still lingered in her mouth and on her lips all competed with each other for her attention. It was as if her brain couldn’t register it all at the same time.

  At the same time, she felt her heart expanding, swelling from the gentle touches and loving words he lavished upon her. No man had ever made her feel so special, so treasured. She was the luckiest woman alive!

  He got up, found his pants and produced a wrapped condom. Kneeling on the mattress, he said, “I’m going to make love to you now. If it hurts, tell me. I’ll go very slow.”

  Her eyes closed, since she was unable to process so much sensory input, and dizzy from her uneven breathing, she waited.

  His first touch was soft. He parted her outer lips and pressed his thick member against her tight flesh. Out of instinct, she flinched and tightened. But with some coaxing from Jason, both with words and gentle caresses, she was able to relax. Slowly, he slipped inside, inch by inch. He stopped when she was completely full, giving her the opportunity to enjoy the wonderful, new sensation.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding strained and breathless.

  “More than okay.”

  “I love you, Jane. I want this to be the most memorable, special day of your life.”

  “Oh, believe me, it has been.”

  She swore it could get no better than that, Jason’s arms wrapped around her, nuzzling her neck, his breathing quick puffs in her ear. But then he started moving that part, inside her, slowly withdrawing it until only a tiny portion, the very tip, was still inside and then pushing deep again.

  “Oh…” she moaned as heat poured through her body, forming a thin coating of sweat over her stomach, back and chest. With each thrust the warmth increased a hundredfold, despite the cool draft chilling her damp skin, until she thrashed and cried out.

  Jason held her head in his cupped hands, making her feel cherished and secure. Wanting him deep inside when she climaxed, she tilted her hips in rhythm with hi
s thrusts, taking every wonderful inch she could.

  As the first tingles of a once-in-a-lifetime climax spread up and out from her center, she heard him call out her name. Together, they rode the bliss of orgasm in each others’ arms. And when the intense explosions dimmed to little twitches, Jane sighed, wrapped her legs around Jason’s hips and kissed his slick shoulder. Giddy, she rested her head on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly, and said, “Wow, when can we do that again?”

  He chuckled, the sound low and rumbly in her ear. “Give me a chance to recover and I’d be happy to oblige. But before we do any more bedroom gymnastics, my little kitten, we have a few things to talk about.”

  “Oh? Like what?”

  “For starters, what you think I should do with this.”

  “This?” Confused, she lifted her head to see what this he was referring to.

  Smiling, he held a small velvet box in his hand. “It seems on my most recent trip to Italy I stumbled upon this little trinket which is in need of a female finger, size six, for a home. You don’t happen to wear a size six, do you?” With his free hand, he twined his fingers with hers and seemed to be studying their size.

  “How’d you guess?”

  “Trained eye.” He handed her the box. “Are you going to open it? And before you ask, no, it isn’t the diamond and ruby ring I gave Monica. I’m not that much of a schmuck.”

  She chuckled. “I’d never call you a schmuck.” With a strategically placed thumb, she flipped the top open to reveal the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. Set in silver-toned metal was a huge square-cut clear stone. Little diamonds surrounded all four sides. “Wow,” she said, muttering the only word she could summon up at the moment. The whole evening, from the moment she’d stepped outside, had been one surprise after another. It was almost more shocking than the morning she woke up in Monica’s bedroom.

  “Do you like it? That’s a very rare diamond. And it’s set in platinum. It’s very old, one of a kind.”

  “It’s the most beautiful gift someone has ever given me. I don’t know what to say.”

  “How about yes?”

  “You haven’t asked me a question yet. What would I be saying yes to?” she teased, knowing full well what he was implying.

  “Let me do this properly then.” He slid from the bed and knelt beside it.

  “Are you praying?” Jane teased, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side. She wrapped a sheet around herself as she wiggled herself into position on the edge of the bed. Her face was flaming hot as she anticipated the moment she hadn’t dared dream would ever happen.

  “Yes, I’m praying. For patience. I’m going to need a lot of it with you,” he teased back. Then with a smile, he plucked the ring from the box, took her hand in his and said, “Jane Brown, would you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife?”

  “That depends,” she said, curling her finger so he couldn’t slip the ring on.

  “On what?” he asked.

  “On how you answer one question. Do you believe in wishes?”

  He grinned. “Not only do I believe in wishes, but miracles, fairy godmothers and little green men in spaceships. There can be no other explanation for how I found you. But now that I have you I won’t live another day without you.”

  “Excellent!” She uncurled her finger. “My answer is yes.” Her heart jumped in her chest as he pushed the ring up over her knuckle and tears burned her eyes. “Yes, Jason. I want to be your wife.” As he stood, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, pressing her entire body against his. Tears of joy ran freely down her cheeks. Wishes did come true. And there had to be fairy godmothers, but the little green men? Now that one was a bit of a stretch. They kissed, and touched, and explored, and played, and made love, over and over until dawn tinted the eastern sky a brilliant shade of pink.

  Content, exhausted, and excited, Jane lay in her rumpled bed and stared out the window, Jason’s soft snore like the most beautiful music in her ear.

  It stopped and he asked, “What’re you thinking about?”

  “Monday.”

  “Work?”

  “No, the Monday night we get married. It has to be on a Monday, you understand.”

  “Of course.”

  “Just the two of us.”

  “You don’t want a big wedding?”

  “Nope. Just us, the officiate and the stars…oh, and who or whatever made our wishes come true. I have a feeling he or she is out of the office Tuesday through Sunday.”

  “Who? The officiate?”

  “Nope, my fairy godmother. She has a cushy job, one day a week. Wouldn’t you say?”

  “Yes, but I’d also say she’s darn good at what she does, even if she only works one day a week. Since you want a small wedding, tell me you aren’t going to make me wait a year, or even a month to be married.”

  “Heck no! Next Monday works for me. Plus, it’s a full moon. Can’t get any luckier than that.”

  “Sure I can, and I have. Because I have you now.” He gathered her into his arms and they made love again, and again and again, until daylight gave way to twilight and both of them finally succumbed their exhaustion.

  As she slipped into a shallow slumber, Jane swore she heard the sound of a child’s voice outside on the terrace, “I haven’t had a day off in centuries, thank you very much. The work load for Monica alone is overwhelming. I’ll be happy to wrap up her case next. But at least now my caseload is lightened by two. You can make each others’ wishes come true from this point on.”

  That was exactly what they did.

  The End

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  Please turn the page for a special sneak preview of HOPELESSLY BROKEN

  An Excerpt From: HOPELESSLY BROKEN

  Copyright © TAMRYN WARD, 2013

  For fans of Beautiful Disaster, a new series by USA Today bestselling author Tawny Taylor, writing as Tamryn Ward.

  High school drop-out, full time novelist, and now mother--and father--to her younger brother, Jenn Reynolds doesn't have time for anything anymore but work, work, work. Not school. And definitely not a social life. Dating? Yeah, right. No matter how hard she tries to put her life back together, it keeps crumbling apart. The first blow--the sudden death of her parents--started the destruction. Now, her life is spinning out of control, and she has no one to turn to. She is about to lose the only thing that matters anymore—her brother.

  But there's one option--one incredibly risky, terrifying solution. If Jenn can find someone she can trust, he just might be able to help her stem the devastation.

  Maybe.

  But who would it be? Aeron, the totally mysterious, totally dangerous stranger she has just met? Or Bobby, the devastatingly gorgeous guy who has already broken her heart once?

  Depending upon what their secrets are, they both might make things worse. Much, much worse.

  Genre: New Adult Romance

  SAMPLE:

  Her door swung open and banged against the wall, blam.

  Jenn, standing next to her dresser whirled around. “Aeron?”

  “Dammit, Jenn.” His eyes were wild, dark, feral. Tension pulled at his features, his mouth, his jaw.

  She couldn’t move. She was frozen in place. Like a doe caught in the scope of a hunter’s rifle. “What’s wrong, Aeron?”

  He charged at her like a furious bull, shoving a chair out of the way. He halted inches from her, nose flared, breathing swift.
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  Her heart rate spiked. She searched his eyes, trying to push through the dark shadows. “What is it? Are you angry at me?”

  “No.” His hand jerked up, cupped her cheek. And her skin sizzled under his touch. A little jolt of electricity charged through her system, locking her muscles, freezing her in place. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Her gaze drifted down, to his mouth. That perfect mouth. His lips looked soft yet strong. Would she ever know how they tasted? “I…I’m trying.”

  “Trying to do what?” she whispered.

  “To stay away.”

  “From who?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. All day she’d found herself flirting with him, stealing glances, smiling at him as he played with Logan. And he flirted back for a moment. Everything was wonderful. She felt alive and beautiful and happy. But then he suddenly jerked away, his tone chilly, his eyes like dark river ice. Over and over that cycle repeated until at last he grumbled, “Excuse me,” stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.

  It was strange and confusing. Why was he acting so hot and cold?

  “You.” His thumb grazed her lip, and a shudder of need quaked through her. She curled her fingers around his wrist, holding onto it to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat. Need pulsed through her system, firing her nerves like little white-hot firecrackers.

  It was just like her book, exactly like it. She’d never dreamed it could be so wonderfully painful, such longing, such wanting.

  “Why?” she heard herself say. “Why stay away?”

  “Because I have to. Because all I can do is hurt you.” Despite what he was saying, his head tipped, inching closer.

  Was he going to kiss her?

  She let her eyelids drift down and held onto his wrist with an iron-tight grip. Kiss me, every bone in her body demanded. Kiss me now. “I don’t believe you.”