Page 101 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

My body stiffened at his words even as he slid his shirt off his shoulders and stepped out of his shoes and pants. He stood before me in nothing but his briefs, his dark eyes turned black.

“Every day is a struggle with you,” he said, cupping my jaw with his palm and dragging me to face him. “Trying not to want you is my biggest failure. All I can think about is touching you. Kissing you.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Pleasuring you until my name is the only one that will ever cross your lips.”

“King…” I grabbed his wrist, but he didn’t remove his hand from my jaw.

“Yes, Carina?” The way he said my name was the same as how he said it every day since I’d met him. But now, seeing him with his eyes blown out and the wet patch the tip of his dick had left on his briefs, it had never sounded so full of reverence.

My ribs felt too tight for my chest, my stomach like something was swirling inside it. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Do you really want me?”

“Darling, if wanting you was an Olympic sport, I’d win a gold medal every minute of every day.” His brow furrowed. “And you?” he asked as his grip on my jaw loosened. “Could you possibly want a man like me?”

I felt like a young girl again, like I’d learned the boy I liked actually liked me too. My nod was as close to controlled as I could get, though I probably looked like a cartoon the way I bobbed it up and down. I couldn’t find it in me to care, though. Especially not as King bent to capture my lips with his. Or as he let me pull him onto the bed. Or as he hooked his arm around my waist and dragged me up the mattress before kneeling between my legs.

His big hands smoothed up my thighs, opening me to him. As his thumbs traced along the edges of my panties, he lifted his gaze to mine.

“Never in my life have I known a woman like you.” He leaned forward, bracing himself with a hand beside my head. “You make me question everything I thought I wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. You’re the only thing I can think of, Carina. Your smile. Your smart mouth. From the minute I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, you’re on my mind. And my dreams?”

He dipped down to kiss me. With his tongue swirling with mine, I found the courage to touch him again. My palms smoothed down his hard chest, over his hard-packed abs, stopping on his hips only to rise to his chest again.

“Mmm.” King edged back, peering down into my eyes. “I don’t think my dreams could come close to reality.”

“I want you,” I whispered into the space between us.

“You already have me, darling. You’ve had me since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Was it wrong to want this? Maybe.

Would I regret it in the morning? Probably.

Was I going to let that stop me?

Not at all.

I reached for King, gripping his shoulders and pulling him to me. His kiss felt like the greatest praise, the moan he let loose when I slid my hands down his body was icing on the sweetest cake. But all of that was nothing compared to the way it felt to have his hands on me.

If there was a heaven, it would feel like this. Like King’s big body nudging at my thighs, like his hands smoothing over my body, like his hot mouth devouring me.

I lifted my hips, greeting the gentle rock of his, wishing beyond anything that I’d pulled down his briefs when I took off his pants. He glided his hand down my side, slipped it under my body until he was palming my ass. King dragged his hand away, and I squirmed as he smoothed his fingers over hip and up my thigh. I gasped as his fingers slid into my panties, touching the wetness gathered at my core.

“So fucking wet for me, darling,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers tracing me the way he had with his tongue. “Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? How much I want to sink my cock into you?”

“Do it,” I urged, chasing the movements of his fingers. “Please.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of you begging. But I told you, I want to pleasure you until my name is the only one that will ever drip from your lips.”

With that as a warning, King slid a long finger into my pussy at the same time he thrust his hips. The gasp I let loose at the sudden intrusion got stuck in my throat and came out sounding like something straight out of a porno. I wanted to die of embarrassment when he let out a dark laugh, but I didn't get a chance. Because he’d added another finger, and this time when he thrust, there was no breath left in my throat.

He thrust, then thrust again, angling his hand as he curled his fingers, so I was stretched thin and aching, my body going mad. I was so gone for him, so lost in those movements, that I didn’t notice he’d opened my robe until his mouth was locked on my breast.

A keening wail tore free from me as King pinched my clit and sucked so hard at my nipple that I saw stars flashing in front of my eyes. It felt like a string pulled tight inside of me, from my breast to where his fingers curled inside of me. I gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his sucking ripped me in two right along that line. The room spun, and I swore I blacked out, because when I came to, his mouth was on my other breast.

King didn’t stop, only kept going until another orgasm tore through me so quickly, I didn’t even know how to react. It wasn’t until he bent to kiss me that I realized he’d slowed to a stop. His hips settled between mine, his bare chest pressed against my aching nipples. As if my body’s reaction wasn’t bad enough, I became very aware of the wet slide of his fingers over my thigh and hip, of the soaked fabric that separated the two of us.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he whispered before dropping his lips to mine. “Please let me see it again?”

I wasn’t sure I would survive this—never once had I felt this way in the past. For someone who’d often used my body to get what I wanted out of life, I realized I was desperately lacking at this kind of pleasure.

While he waited for my answer, King traced his thumb over my sensitive nipple, causing me to arch my back at the sharp pain that little movement caused. I whined, and King laughed. I wanted to slap him, but he wouldn’t stop, and any protest I might have found disappeared from my lips.

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