Page 74 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Alarm bells went off in the back of my head. This was wrong. I wanted her so badly, and yet… I couldn’t take advantage of her knowing I’d be gone soon. “Lily…”

I broke the kiss, but she pulled my head down for another, halting my protest. She swept her tongue over mine, arching her breast into my palm, and I growled. In one smooth motion, I flipped her to her back on the bed.

Her eyes flared wide, then fell hooded again beneath those dark lashes. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach, and I traced small circles there with my thumb. “I can’t stay here,” I said quietly.

I would have to leave eventually. It was only a matter of time before someone tracked me here, and I refused to put Lily in danger. Shoving down the pain, I met her gaze. “I can’t promise you anything other than tonight.”

She stared at me for a long moment, the silence grating on my nerves. Finally she reached for me. “Then give me tonight.”

Her hands curled into my shirt, pulling me to her, and I went willingly. I would make the most of this moment and carry it with me the rest of my life.

Seventeen

LILY

Desire curled through my belly, my blood rushing like wildfire through my veins. His hard body levered over me, pressing me into the mattress, and I reveled in the sensation.

It had been so long since I’d been with a man. Part of me was nervous, but his touches and kisses ameliorated my worries. I pulled him closer, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him as he shifted so he covered me completely from head to toe.

He dipped his head and kissed my throat. I could feel the rapid tempo of my pulse kick into overdrive as his lips skimmed my neck then dipped lower, dropping a line of kisses down my chest to the tops of my breasts. He nudged the fabric out of the way, exposing my nipple, then took it between his lips.

My hands flew to the back of his head, and a hiss fell from my lips. His teeth scraped along the sensitive skin, plucking at it, then soothing the sting with his tongue. I writhed beneath him, my core clenching with need.

One hand slid under my shirt and shoved it up, then yanked it over my head. He relieved me of my bra, then stripped my pants down my legs, taking my underwear, socks, and shoes with them.

The cool air washed over me, making my nipples stand at attention. Rodrigo stood over me, deathly still, and I fought the urge to cover myself. The heat of embarrassment crept up my neck and into my cheeks as one second turned into two, and the thick silence stretched between us.

My gaze trailed up to his face. The burning desire I saw in the dark depths froze my hands in place, and a different kind of heat swept over me.

Without a word he stripped down, taking his time removing each garment. I’d seen him naked before but this... this was different.

The scars and welts that littered his body were revealed in the dim light, but instead of detracting from his appeal, they only added to it.

My breath caught as his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, then yanked downward, his erection springing forth. I swallowed hard as he stepped forward and reached for me.

I’d experienced a moment of fear earlier when he’d lifted the knife my way. After having been bound to the bed for hours, my mind was muddled, my emotions ricocheting through my mind. Now I felt foolish for having reacted so violently. He’d done nothing but protect me since the moment he’d arrived.

One brow arched as his fingers landed on the top of my foot. When I didn’t fight back, he trailed them over my foot, capturing it in one huge hand, then lifted it to his face. He pressed a kiss to the arch, then another to my ankle bone.

Replacing it on the bed, he massaged his way up my calves, smoothing his hands over my inner thighs, gradually opening me to his perusal. His thumbs brushed my center, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him. I wanted to feel his hot flesh under my hands, wanted his strong muscles wrapped around me.

I clutched at his biceps and he arched a brow. Grasping my questing fingers, he pressed my arms over my head so my breasts were on full display, pushing upward and demanding attention. My eyes slid closed as he took a sensitive peak in his mouth and sucked gently.

Fire shot straight to my core, and I shifted restlessly. I could feel the arousal pooling between my legs, my body aching for him. I felt delirious, my mind drifting as his fingers and mouth teased my skin. Rodrigo tweaked my nipple once more, then released it.

“Mi tesoro. So beautiful.”

Pushing through the fog of sensations shrouding my mind, I managed to crack my eyes open. “What does that mean? Is that... Spanish?”

He dipped his head in a brief nod. It shouldn’t have been surprising considering his dark features, yet it left me feeling off kilter. “I… didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

He kissed my other nipple, then flicked it with his tongue. “Sí. Et français. Und deutsch.”

I glared at him. “You speak four languages, but you somehow couldn’t come up with a single word to say to me?”

His gaze lifted to mine, and he flashed me a devastating grin. “Lo siento, cara.”

He didn’t seem even the tiniest bit sorry. “I hate you.”

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