“Bad boys can’t feel?”
“You’ve never been a bad boy.”
I raise an eyebrow, my lips quirking into a mischievous grin. “I haven’t?”
“Nope”, she states firmly but her eyes darken with desire. “Nothing you do will convince me otherwise.”
“Is that a challenge?” I step back and bite my lip, loving when the movement draws her gaze. She mimics me without realizing, trapping her glossed flesh between her teeth.
The things I’ve done in the past could easily prove her wrong, but this isn’t about that right now. The last thing I want to do is bring down the mood. I have a better idea.
“Bring it.” Blair waves me closer with a come-hither motion, and I maintain a straight face, taking a step toward her.
“You. Are. On.”
“I’m ready,” she says confidently until I grab her under her knees and race down the hall, ignoring her squeals as I go.
I lower her beside the bed, stopping her when she tries to sit down. “Don’t move.”
“What?”
“I said, don’t move.”
Her lips part in a gasp, and the sound of it heightens the invisible tension in the room. What I’m about to do will be as hard on her as it is on me, but I’ve made my bed and now I’m going to lie in it.
With my heart still pounding, I step closer, curling my hands under the hem of her sweater and tee before lifting them both over her head and tossing them across the room.
I reach for her jeans next, unbuttoning the fly, slowly lowering the zipper without ever touching her skin.
Need sizzles between us, and since we’re both quiet, I hear her gulp, hear the slight hitch of her breath as her chest rises.
When her jeans are over her ass, I bend to my knees, my face lining up with her black lace panties, the see-through material showing just enough to make my cock ache.
I lick my lips, desperate for a taste of her. But I can wait. I want her begging for my tongue, pining for the touch of my fingers. I want to hear her say it. Again.
Blair squirms under my intense gaze, and she’s intoxicating. I feel like the addict getting my fill without actually taking a hit.
Sitting back on my heels, I bite down on my lip, stopping myself from groaning, and stare at her beneath hooded eyes, ignoring the pull low in my stomach, the ache of my cock hardening to unbearable levels.
Blair trembles, and when I finally glance up at her, she’s staring back at me, her lips parted, a flush to her cheeks that has me growling in the back of my throat.
Craving the feel of her soft skin, I finally reach for her panties, my knuckles grazing her flesh as I work to pull them down.
Her legs clench with need and my eyes close as I fight my restraint. She’s so close I could poke my tongue out and lick her, but in the end, it’s going to be worth it.
Standing up, I walk behind her, flicking off her bra with two fingers, smiling when she gasps. I’m not proud of the fact that I’ve mastered that skill, but in this instance it’s helpful.
Goose bumps coat Blair’s skin and I itch to touch, but I need her a little more primed and a lot more pissed off if I want to prove my point.
Without giving her an explanation, I turn and climb onto the bed, lying down before lifting to my elbows once I’m settled.
“What are you doing?” She frowns as she spins, her gaze dropping to her very naked body while I remain fully clothed.
“I’m getting comfortable.”
“What the fuck, Zane? If this is part of your plan, it’s not working. This is Zane theass, not Zane thebad boy.”
I bite back my smile as my dick pulses in my sweats. I like her feistiness. Always have.
