Page 218 of If Our Hearts Collide

“Then why are you being so quiet? I must have said something?—”

“I’m trying to drive us home while my cock is so rigid in my jeans that I think it may cut through the fabric.”

Laughing, I reach over the center console. “Wow, that sounds painful. Here, let me help.”

“No!” he snaps.

“Chill,” I try to calm. “I was just going to try to get it to settle.”

Collins shakes his head at me, as if I’m clueless—about what, I don’t know. He sure is moody. “There’s no settling it, Penny.”

“Why are you so tense? Let me help.”

“I’m trying to get us back safely and not crash this car because your hands are touching me.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry.” I turn and face the front windshield.

“There’s no need to apologize. We’ll be back into Portland soon.”

I feel so inadequate compared to the other women at the club who have probably all had a piece of Collins Stone. The thought actually makes me sick to my stomach. If I use them as a level of standard, I’ll never add up.

“What if we start to have sex and you change your mind and think I’m not doing itright? Or just suffer through the event in misery…”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“You say it with such confidence.”

“I am confident.” He won’t even look at me.

I twirl a piece of my hair to use my hands to hopefully distract my mind. My nerves are getting the best of me, and we haven’t even done anything. “I could be really horrible at sex. You’ve been warned. What happens if?—”

“You won’t be bad at it, Penny. That I promise you. It’s impossible.”

I shift my weight to one hip, bending my knees to lean into the center of the car. “How do you know?”

“Trust me.”

I sigh. He’s not getting it. “Will you teach me?”

“Teach you what? I already said I would.”

His words come out rushed. He’s flustered with me.

I need to get this conversation back on track… “Teach me how to fuck like a bad little cum slut?”

“What the hell, Penny?”

I read an article once that stated that men love when girls talk dirty and refer to themselves with vulgar names. Apparently Collins is immune to such antics. I better kick it up anothernotch. “I’m serious. I can be your cum dumpster if that is more your jam.”

“I don’t know how you can possibly be so fucking sweet and then talk like you are put on this earth just to torment me and challenge my control.”

“Ew.”

Collins glances over at me with his brows scrunched together. “What?”

“Don’t call me sweet.”

“But you are sweet.”

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