The diner came into view, dark except for the glow of the sign.She stumbled toward the back door, fingers shaking as she dug for the key in her pocket.Her chest tightened.She swallowed, grimacing over the rawness left behind.She needed to get inside.Needed a second to breathe.
Her hand closed around the key.
She shoved it toward the lock when a hand clamped around her upper arm, stopping her.Lydia screamed.
Her keys hit the pavement with a sharp clatter.Her heart lurched violently.She twisted, blinked by panic.
"Lydia."
The voice cut through the terror like a blade.Deep.Familiar.Rough around the edges.
"Baddy?"Her chest heaved as she raised her gaze.
He was breathing hard, too.She hadn't even heard him behind her.
Her knees wobbled, and she whispered, "You scared me."
The seconds ticked between them.Locked into his gaze, she tried to calm her racing heart, but she was hyperaware of him standing in front of her.
How could she feel this way around him?How could she let herself fall for him?
"Fuck this," muttered Baddy, hooking her neck and dragging her to him.He kissed her hard and then picked up the key and opened the door.
She stepped inside, and he kicked the door shut.The turmoil of emotions left her shaking.
He took her straight to her room and locked her inside.She slid her hands under his vest and ripped his T-shirt, reaching the skin beneath.Spreading her fingers against his abdomen, she sucked on his tongue and closed her eyes.
When connected to him, she was safe.She never questioned herself.She was free to live however she wanted, not like the way her mom raised her.
He was big and comfortable.Strong and protective
He spanned her ribcage with his hands and lifted her off the floor.She wrapped her legs around his waist.Her head now higher than his, she cupped his face and deepened the kiss, taking charge.
She needed this.
After the hell she'd gone through, she needed to be the one to make the choice to be with him.
Because she wasn't going to be like her mother.
The velvety warmth of his tongue stroked hers.Her body tingled.She clasped onto his beard, holding him close.
Her body tilted.She opened her eyes as he carried her to the bed.His mouth left her, and his body moved down hers, removing her jeans and spreading her legs.Her knees fell to the sides.
Baddy hooked her panties with his finger and, not taking the time to remove them, pulled the crotch to the side.He licked her pussy from bottom to top, rolling over her clit with his tongue.
She struggled to breathe.Curling her fingers, she grabbed onto the blanket underneath her.
Her body arched.She fisted the pillow, a moan erupting out of her.His tongue went everywhere in measured strokes, holding her captive.His eagerness and enjoyment turned her on.
He slid his hands under her butt, grabbing her panties.She pressed her feet into the mattress, lifting her middle off the bed.
Baddy's mouth left her, and he ripped the panties from her body and tossed them over his shoulder.She panted, breathing heavily.
The streetlight coming through the window gave her a view of his face right before he dove back between her thighs, and his tongue assaulted her.She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
This was right.Nobody could tell her that what she was doing was wrong.Baddy was different.He was honest.He was caring.
Her lower stomach tightened.She held her breath, holding back her orgasm.
