Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(19)

Her small hand comes up to comb through my hair, and she presses closer to me. I know she wants this. Regardless of anything else, we’re hot for each other. I’m hard already, my dick demanding more than just the contact of my clothes to satisfy it. It’s not good at being patient.

Neither am I, but I have to be this time. I want her on board with this from the beginning. I want her to know what she’s getting into.

I lay my hand over hers where she’s stroking my hair and make the kiss even deeper, slanting my mouth over hers. Her breath is speeding up, and I can feel her heartbeat against me, also getting faster. She feels so small against me, her hand delicate inside mine, like a small animal, fluttering.

“Nick…” she breathes after a moment, drawing back just a little.

I meet her eyes, smiling. “Yes?”

“I…”

She doesn’t seem able to finish the sentence. I stroke a hand down her shoulder, over her breast, cup that heavy softness, and press her nipple hard with my thumb. She bites her lip, and her eyes close for a split second.

“I can’t do this,” she says, but it’s breathy and not very convincing.

“It’ll be all right,” I tell her. It probably won’t, but we’ll deal with that later. “I promise. You’re safe here.” That much is true. Nobody’s getting in here. Nobody’s taking her from me.

Her hands lower, folding against my chest between us. She looks down at them then back up at my face. Finally she tips her head back again, inviting another kiss.

I give it to her. This time I lower her onto the length of the couch, easing her down to her back so I’m mostly on top of her, holding her there against the cushions. The couch isn’t wide enough, I realize, but I’ll do something about that shortly. Right now I need to press my advantage.

Lying on her full length like this, I’m even more aware of her smallness. I’m afraid if I move the wrong way, I might break her. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. She shifts so she’s even more fully under me, and her thighs fall open, her legs wrapping around my hips.

Ah, that’s nice. I can feel the heat between her legs soaking through my trousers, sparking reactions in my dick. My balls are pulling up—easy, boys, it’s not quite time yet—and my dick wants inside her right fucking now. I start to pulse my hips, dragging my erection across that hot place between her thighs. She pulses back, wiggling so I’m stroking where she wants me to be. A harsh breath bursts from her, and I pulse faster.

“Nick…” She grasps at my shoulders, her nails digging into me hard enough I can feel it through my jacket and shirt. Shrugging, I manage to get one shoulder out of the jacket. She grabs the lapel and drags it down my arm then pulls at the other shoulder. Within a few more seconds I’m tossing the jacket across the room. Before it even hits the floor, she’s working on my shirt buttons.

Leaning down to kiss her, I let myself enjoy the depths of her mouth for several long seconds while she struggles with my shirt. Then she’s shoved that back, too, and I draw back to let her finish.

“Oh, Nick…” she breathes, and I realize she’s staring at my bare chest, eyes wide. I flex a pectoral muscle with a smug grin.

“You like that?”

“It’s beautiful.”

Yes, my chest is a work of art on its own—I spend a lot of time in the gym to ensure that—but it’s the tat that’s caught her attention. It’s a stylized phoenix, wings spread, with bright flames curling up on either side of it. It covers my whole chest, the tail reaching down toward my navel.

Sarah wiggles down to put her face between my pecs, and then she starts to lick the outlines of the bird. Now I’m the one making the surprised noises. I can’t say anybody’s ever done that to me before. I like it.

She uses her tongue to outline the wings, then she finds my nipples and laves them, nips them. Bites them, and I jump at the sharp clench of her teeth. Her arms go around me again, and her nails dig in as she pulls the shirt the rest of the way off me and tosses it to join the jacket across the room somewhere.

“We should…” I break off as she drags her nails down my bare back. “We should go somewhere a little…roomier.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she agrees. She’s kissing across my collarbones now, and I think she’s finally completely on board with this. I move back then ease off the couch.

“What…” she protests.

“Shh,” I tell her. I scoop her up and carry her to the stairs, then up, down the hall, and into my bedroom.

There’s a slight hesitation—very slight—as I set her on her feet. She takes in the room, and I see that little spark of fear in her eyes again.