Page 51 of Forbidden Puck
“Ella … wait.”
“I'm done waiting.” She spun around and showed me the back of her dress. “Unzip me, please?”
With a conflicted knot in my throat, I pinched the tiny zipper between my thumb and finger and slowly pulled it down. She wiggled out of the dress, and the item fell to her ankles with a softswish.
She climbed into my bed, her hands covering her breasts, and waited for me to join her. “Well?”
I took off my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and methodically took off the rest of my outfit. My boxers were the last item to go—and she licked her lips at the sight of my erect cock, freed from my boxers and swinging up and down.
“Wow,” she gasped, her eyes running over me from head to toe. “You are so chiseled … and hung.”
But I laid next to her with a heavy heart.
She rolled onto her side, reached between my legs and found my cock. “God,it's so big,” she said with a wild look in her eyes. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and tugged. I gasped. It felt great. My throbbing cock was hard as steel—
But still, she knew something was wrong. She could see it in my eyes.
“You don't want me, do you,” she said sadly.
I kissed the top of her head. “I do. So goddamn bad. More than I've ever wanted any woman.”
“But you don't.”
I let out a deep, mournful breath. “I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be your first, Ella.”
“Why not?”
“Because you deserve better. You've waited this long.”
“I'm tired of waiting.”
“You won't be, when you meet someone worth your time.”
She huffed. “How would you know?”
“You're right. I wouldn't know. I've only had sex with women I don't care about, but … you're Lance's sister.”
“Idiot,” she snarled. She struck her fist against my chest. “This isexactlywhy I kept trying to turn you down.”
“I know. And you were right.”
She hit me again. “You shouldn't have kissed me. I practicallybeggedyou not to.”
“I'm sorry.”
She hit me once more. “Whydidn't you just leave me alone?”
“I'm sorry, Ella. I fucked things up.”
She pummeled her fist into my chest again and again. “I hate you, Ryan Ryder.”
I grabbed her wrist and restrained her. “Don't say that.”
She struggled against me. “Why shouldn't I?”
“Because it's not true.”
“I feel like such an ass! I'm naked in your bed, and you don't even want me. I've never felt so rejected in my life—”
