Wrong for Me (Bad Boy Romance) (5 page)

“You…want
to come upstairs?” I asked as I hopped off of the motorcycle.

Our
date had gone well. Rick was completely different from other men and the whole
night I could tell he was trying to impress me. He was chivalrous and had great
manners. He was also clumsy, but I could tell he was trying to impress me; even
though we went to some small burger joint rather than a fancy restaurant like
Jonathan took me to. That was what was different about Rick.

Before
our date I hadn’t put a finger on it. But after spending a night with him I
figured it out. He didn’t pay much attention to image or how he came across,
but he paid attention to
me
. And that
was something I wasn’t used to.

“Of
course I want to come up stairs.” He smiled and hopped off the bike. He walked
over to the parking meter and put a few quarters in it before following me up
to the door.

As
much as I liked him, I couldn’t see myself staying with him. And I definitely
couldn’t see myself introducing him to my mother. He wasn’t what
she
would have approved of. She expected
me to find a clean cut man with a professional career—a doctor, lawyer, or a
businessman. Not a man rough around the edges like Rick. When I thought of
things like that I couldn’t tell if it was how I truly felt about the
situation, or if I was just trying to please my mother. I knew I was trying to
please her with my career, but was I trying to please her with men too?

I drew
a deep breath in as I unlocked my apartment door, savoring the scent of
sandalwood and dead sexy man coming from behind me. As soon as we walked in and
shut the door he pinned me to the wall with a rough kiss. I melted against him
the moment I felt his strong grip on my hips, pulling me closer to him. He
nibbled at my lip before brushing my head aside and sinking his teeth into my
neck. The tiny bit of pain sent tingles up the back of my neck and my knees
weakened.

“I’ve
been waiting too long for this.” He whispered into my ear as he pushed his hips
against me. My heart thundered inside my chest the moment I felt his hard bulge
press against my hip.

“Let’s
go to the bedroom.” I panted against his mouth as I ran my hand across his
hardness. With that he leaned away from the wall and allowed me to lead the
way. As I walked down the hallway I grabbed the hem of my blouse and
practically threw it off over my head. His leather jacket and shirt were tossed
on the floor behind us as we walked toward the bedroom. I couldn’t help but
sneak a glance over my shoulder at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. He
really knew how to take care of himself.

As
soon as we walked into the bedroom Rick threw me onto the bed. I let out a
playful giggle as I bounced on the mattress. I gave him a wink as I started to
unbutton my jeans. A heavy pant escaped my lips the moment I saw his thick cock
come into view as he tossed his jeans and boxers onto the floor.

“You’re
taking too long.” He said as I struggled to get my skin tight jeans down my
legs.
 
He grabbed them and forcefully
tugged them down my legs. As soon as I was naked he spread my legs apart and
leaned between my thighs with a devilish smile.

I
shimmied to the edge of the bed as Rick fell to his knees. Heat and lust
swelled up inside me as he leaned down with kisses on the inside of my thighs.
His rough stubble rubbing against my soft skin, making my back arch off the
bed.
 
With each wet to plant of his lips
my heart thundered faster, my fingers gripping the blankets.

I
leaned back as his tongue explored me. He slid over my smooth pussy lips. I
couldn't help myself from begging for more. He let his tongue slide down over
my opening, tasting my wetness, feeling me responding to him with the rocking
of my hips. Then slowly, he slid his tongue inside my wet folds.

I
laid back with a heavy sigh, the warm soft bed underneath me as Rick buried his
tongue inside. He traced it along my clit softly, tasting every drop of me as
though it were the first time he had ever tasted anything so sweet.

My
eyes clenched shut as I felt the warmth of his fingers holding my thighs apart.
He licked me hungrily now and I knew that the hardness of his cock had to be
unbearable as he made sure I was ready for him.

"Fuck
me..." the words came out as a mere whisper, but he heard me and stopped
just long enough to respond.

"No,
first you come for me. I want to taste you.”

His
words were enough to make me tighten and a tremor ran through my body as his
tongue slid back down over me. Curling and twisting around my sensitive clit.
Carefully and rhythmically he teased me with his tongue until I teetered on the
edge.

The
sound that came out of my mouth was no more than a guttural moan as I threw
back my head. My thighs tightened around his face as hot pleasure arched my
back. Waves of weightlessness flowed through my limbs and curled my toes.

Rick
continued teasing me, tasting me as my body trembled and my pussy pulled
tightly before releasing me in a shudder of rippling pleasure. "
Mmmm
" he hummed against my pussy as he sucked gently,
playfully dipping his tongue inside.

"You
taste amazing." He was breathless now as he sucked me one last time before
pulling away.

Rick
stood up and I opened my eyes only to see him standing between my legs with his
thick cock throbbing.

"Do
you still want me to fuck you?" He teased my opening with the tip of his
cock. Slowly, he slipped his head inside.

“Hurry
up already!” I yelped as I rolled my hips toward him, forcing him inside a
little more. He teased me by slowly easing his head in and out as he
practically devoured my naked and needy body with his eyes.

He
ran the head of his cock up and down my wet lips a few times.
 
I tried to lift my hips up in search of more
friction, but he slammed them back down onto the bed.
 
That was when I finally felt him slide his
entire length inside me in one swift motion. My mouth locked open and my eyes
fluttered closed as I felt the thick width of his shaft stretch me full.

A
breathy moan escaped my chest as I arched my back, enjoying the pleasure of
finally being filled with him after wanting it so badly for so long.
 
I tried to lift my hips like I always did,
but he wasn’t allowing it.
 
He started
pumping in and out of me slowly at first but he must have been worked up too
because it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace. The quiet bedroom
filled with the rhythmic slapping of our skin as he caught one of my bouncing
breasts in his hand. He leaned down and gave my nipple a playful bite, forcing
a quivering moan out of me.
  

Everything
about him made me a trembling mess—his scent, his body, the way he looked at me
like a hungry animal. He was everything I wanted in a man and the last person
people would expect me to be with. I knew whatever this was we had, it wasn’t
going to last. Even though he felt so right, he was wrong for me.
   

He
slid his arm under my lower back and lifted my hips so he could penetrate me
deeper and harder.
 
It wasn’t long before
he was thrusting in and out hard and fast, forcing breathy moans to skip out of
me with each slap of his hips.
 
He
reached down and squeezed one of my erect nipples just before moving down so he
could rub my clit.
 

I
sucked a deep breath in as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him,
propping my ass on his thighs so that I was angled a bit upward and he could
burry himself deeper inside me. I moaned even louder. He started thrusting in
and out faster, making sure each stroke was deep and long. Without warning he
pulled out, grabbed my leg, and turned me over until I was on my stomach, each
of my legs on either side of him.

I
clawed at the bed as he tugged me closer and nestled his cock against my
opening. He eased inside, forcing my jaw to lock open in a silent scream. He
started to thrust as deep and fast as before. This time it set off a chain of
loud cries, purely from pleasure, as he hit the perfect spot inside me with
every single thrust. He definitely knew what he was doing and I found the
silent way he took control extremely hot.

Rick
started thrusting harder, never failing to go as deep as possible and making
sure he hit my sensitive spot each time. My body tensed up and I squeezed my
legs against him, muscles clenching around his manhood as intense feelings
coursed through my veins. My teeth sank into my lower lip as tingles cascaded
down the back of my legs and my fingers clenched at the covers.
 

I
was practically a limp ragdoll as Rick turned me back over and started thrusting
in and out of me, face to face. He gripped my waist tightly and pounded into
me, the headboard smacked loudly against the wall with each punishing thrust of
his hips.

I
moaned again, louder and louder, until my body tensed up as the orgasm slammed
into me. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body, jerking my legs and curling
my toes.
 
I stopped making noise and my
mouth hung open as my body practically vibrated with intense pleasure. It
wasn’t long before his thrusting stilled and I felt the pumping of his cock
inside me, filling me deep.

We
both fell onto our backs and stared up at the ceiling, panting for breath as
our hearts began to slow. I turned my head to the side and admired his bright green
eyes and strong jaw covered with five o’clock shadow.

 
Even though he was everything I wanted in a
man—fun, adventurous, and dead sexy—he wasn’t right for me. I was already too
deep in my professional life and I needed a clean cut professional man to go
along with that life.

At
least that’s what I told myself. That’s what I thought I believed.

Now
I had to tell him the truth.

This
wasn’t going to work out.

“I
don’t think this is going to work out between us.” I said as soon as we got
dressed.

Rick
stared at me with a blank expression before finally speaking. “What won’t work
out between us?”

“This.”
I said, motioning at both of us. “This whole thing…I.” My eyes cast to the
ground, I could barely look at him as he sat at the edge of my bed. “It won’t
work.”

He
looked somewhat shocked. Everything had been going so well and I’m sure my
sudden doubts were coming out of left field for him.

“Why
won’t this work?”

“You’re
not-” I stopped and took a deep breath as I tried to find the right words. “
I’m
not the right kind of girl for you.”

His
eyebrows scrunched up in shock confusion. He looked at me as if I had just told
him I was a purple alien from mars or something equally as ridiculous.

“What
the hell does that mean?”

“I’ve
got a career and a life and an image I have to maintain.” The words sounded
terrible the moment they left my mouth.

“An
image?” He looked offended. “What am I not clean cut and prissy looking enough
for you?” He was starting to get angry.

“It’s
not that. Actually you’re everything I want in a man.”

“Then
what is it Kayla?” His voice grew grim just as the tears started to well up
inside my eyes. But I held strong, refusing to let one of them spill over and
roll down my cheek.

“You’re
everything I want, but I can’t have it.” I sounded like a stumbling idiot. I
was trying to voice my feelings before I even understood them myself.
 

“I’m
right here.” He said as he held his arms out in mock presentation.

I
drew a deep breath in as I tried to focus myself and calm down. Finally, I
found the courage to look up at his beautiful green eyes. His face had
disappointment, anger, and every other bad emotion written across it.

“It
won’t work because…you’re not like me.” My eyes quickly darted back to the
ground. “You’re wrong for me.”

 
I did my best to blink away a tear, but only
managed to make it roll down my cheek. “Every day I go to that office and feel
like I don’t belong there. They aren’t my type of people. Everyone is such a
professional stiff you can’t even make a joke.”
 

I
was speaking so fast I’d be surprised if he actually understood what I was
saying.

“But
it’s the career I’ve been in for years. It’s the only life I’ve ever known and
if I want to get ahead I have to stay focused. I can’t date somebody like you.
You’ll only add to the discomfort. You’re a constant reminder that there’s
something else out there for me. But I don’t think there actually is something
else for me. My bed is already made and now I have to lay in it. This is as
good as it gets.”

“Do
you even know what you want?” He said as he stood up and walked closer to me.
There was a long pause as I took a breath and gathered myself.

“I
want to take the next step in my career.” I said, looking up at him as he
towered over me know.

“And
I’m going to get in your way?” He asked, chest heaving with every breath.

The
silence permeated every bone in my body.

“Yes.”

“No
it’s not.” He instantly shot back. “I know people like you Kayla. You always say
to yourselves ‘Just a few more years of working hard and then I’ll settle down
and have some fun.’ Then a few years pass and you look in the mirror and say
the same thing. You’re always looking for the next big break. You’re always
doing shit you don’t want to do. You’re always worried about what other people
think. So you do what you think
they
want
you to do.

I
decided not to be that person years ago. Stop and smell the roses Kayla, feel
the sun on your back. If you don’t, one day you’ll wake up and realize you
never lived life for yourself—you lived it for someone else.”

He
was so close to me his breath warmed my skin. I could tell he was tempted to
reach out for me and pull me closer. But he refrained. I looked up at him with
pleading eyes, but that look was all he needed. He quickly grabbed his leather
jacket off the floor and made his way out.

“I’m
leaving for Washington tomorrow and don’t know when I’ll be back.”
 

Before
he walked out I spun around. “I’m sorry Rick.” It was the only thing I could
think of to say.

“I’m
not the one you need to apologize to. Apologize to yourself.” With that he
left.

This
was never supposed to turn into this. He was just supposed to be a fun and
spontaneous one-night stand in a bar bathroom. But everything about
him
stirred up everything I hated about
me.

I
could still feel the faint warmth from his breath on my skin.

But
it grew colder every second he was away.