So Bad (Bad Boy Next Door #1)(20)

“You’re a moron who put his fist through a plate glass door?”

“Because I want you so damned bad. Because all I want is you. I don’t want other girls, Mo. Not now. Fuck—not ever.”

Her eyes close, her chin drops, and she turns her back on me.

My chest freezes. I step behind her and grasp her hip.

She turns and I slide my arm around her, pulling her to me.

My pulse thumps through every fiber of my being. “Mo?”

Her hands land flat on my pecs, pushing.

But I’m not letting go.

She focuses somewhere over my shoulder. “Danny, you—me—it just won’t work. I’m sorry.”

I pull her tight against me, whispering in her ear. “Don’t go. Please.”

Fuck this shit. Playing nice is for nice guys. And I’m anything but nice.





SIX





I close my eyes. What do I do? As long as he’s touching me, I’m never going to be able to pull away.

His lips graze my jaw, moving toward my mouth.

Oh, lord. My fingers close on the edges of his open shirt.

His green eyes bore into me, his tone almost angry. “I won’t give up so easily. You’re not leaving until you know what you’re walking out on.”

He slides his injured arm around my waist and his good hand cradles the back of my head as he pulls me closer. His heart hammers against my chest. Mine answers in kind. His mouth crashes down, his tongue taking full possession. He tastes of cherries. Sweet and juicy cherries.

My hands move to the smooth skin at his sides, bumping over the ridges of muscle. His tongue trails a heated path to my neck. When he sucks at my pulse point, I press my breasts against his hard pecs.

I lean my head back as he plants warm kisses along my collarbone. His palm slips down my back, cupping my ass cheek in a squeeze that makes my core throb. Then he’s got his hand under my shirt, sliding up my spine. When he reaches the place my bra clasp should be, he smoothes a large circle over the bare skin.

A groan sounds from low in the back of his throat. “I love No Bra Day.”

He takes hold of my bare breasts, tweaking my beaded nipples one at a time. Once again his tongue masters mine, slipping in and out, coaxing me to join in. He nibbles at my bottom lip as he kneads my breast. I push my tit into his palm as though I can get closer to him.

His erection presses into my belly and the image of it in his hand comes to the forefront of my mind. I want to touch it so bad my palms itch. My stomach quivers at the thought. I slide my fingers to his waistband, where they hover above the denim separating them from their goal. God, if I do this…

As though he can read my thoughts, he deepens our kiss as he guides my hand to the front of his jeans. I gasp when he flattens my palm over the huge bulge straining against his zipper. He kisses along my jaw.

He slides his tongue across the shell of my ear and whispers, “It’s okay. Touch me. I want you to touch.”

Warmth floods through me, sending a stream of liquid to my entrance. Pressure pulses against my silk panties. With trembling hands I release his snap and slide the zipper down. His cock pushes out of the V of his open pants.

Danny hooks his fingers under the hem of my top and pulls it over my head. The cool air puckers my nipples.

Before I touch his shaft, he pushes the hair out of my eyes and grins. “Come on. There’s a better place for this.”

He drags me from the theater. His smile is wide when he gets me to his room.

Again he pulls me to him, his hand at the nape of my neck. “This is better.”

Oh God. The bed.

His lips find mine and his tongue teases. I pull back, searching his eyes. They crinkle at the corners. It’s that little boy smile that does me in. He looks so damned happy.

Probably because he’s going to get laid.

Fling. Just a fling. Oat sowing—that’s all.

My gaze finds his dick, straining toward me, awaiting my touch. My forefinger traces the edge of its head.

Danny’s lids lower and he pushes his hips forward moans. “Oh, yeah. That’s perfect.”

It’s so hard. When I graze the end of it, it moves like it’s got a mind of its own. I take hold of his cock, but my fingers can’t touch, its girth is too big. He lets out a heavy breath when I slide to its root. He licks his lips as I pull to the tip again.

Then he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “Okay. Enough of that. My turn.”

Even one handed he has my shorts at my ankles in two seconds, his palm flat over my navel as he pushes me onto the bed. “I’ve been dreaming about licking this pussy for far too long. It’s time I get to taste you.”

“Taste?” My mouth goes dry as all the moisture in my body slips to my slit.

He nods. “Hell, yeah. I’m going to suck it, lick it, slip my tongue inside, and then do it again.”