Page 35 of Bad Guys Need Love Too

Aaannndddnow he was hard.

Fucking. Hell.

Lark let out a nervous chuckle as he got back to work on the knots in her neck and shoulders. He didn’t say anything, though. Not a fucking word. Because if he opened his mouth, he wasabsolutely sure something that would terrify her and embarrass him would fall out of it.

Like begging. Begging her to touch him, kiss him, love him, breathe on him…anything. He’d take anything he could get at this point.

Roughly a hundred painful years later, he asked, “Feeling any better?”

She hesitated. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Why the hesitation? Is there something else you need?”

The nervous giggle that escaped her startled him. “Well…I mean, no,” she eventually said. “I can’t say it.”

“Lark, I already told you I’d do anything for you. So, what do you need?”

Another long pause, followed by, “I think I need you to fuck me.”

Holy crap, I just said that—out loud—didn’t I?

The shocked look on Ren’s face as he took his hands off her shoulders and dropped heavily into his chair told her that, yes, she most certainly did say that out loud.

Zoinks!

Lark bit her lip. “I can tell you’re horrified. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Horrified?” He shook his head. “Not the word I’d use.”

“Well…what wordwouldyou use?”

Ren shoved a hand through his already wild hair, leaving it looking even crazier. It was way hotter than it should’ve been. “Shocked, sure. But mostly just…interested.Reallyinterested.”

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod.

“You are?”

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t have to. The way his eyes darkened and raked over her like he could burn away her clothes with nothing more than a glance saideverythingshe needed to hear.

She swallowed hard. “I have some reservations, of course.”

He nodded, but the heat in his eyes didn’t diminish. “I get it. You don’t know much about me. Having reservations seems…normal.”

“It’s not you I have reservations about.” Her gut (and several other important parts of her body) were telling her that when orgasms were on the line, Ren was a good bet. He could probably sneeze on her and it’d turn her on. “It’s me. I know a good orgasm helps me relax. But I feel…out of control with you. I’m not used to that. It’s exciting, but it also freaks me out a little. Does that make sense?”

He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his splayed knees. The pose put his face dangerously close to hers. She could probably touch his lips with her tongue without moving an inch.

Why that was the thought that popped into her head, she hadnoidea.

“What if you were in complete control?” he asked. “Not only of everything that happens between us, but of me, too.”

She would’ve laughed at the thought if she wasn’t so painfully turned on. “How could I possibly be in complete control? You probably outweigh me by fifty pounds.”

“Seventy-five,” he admitted. “But we still have the cuffs. And my bed frame is iron. There’s no way I could break loose if you didn’t want me to.”

Honestly, physical control wasn’t even what she’d been talking about. Ren had taken her comments too literally. But still, the mental image of Ren, cuffed to his bed frame, laid out like a buffet for her pleasure, wasverycompelling.

Fucking hell, was she actuallyconsideringthis? Another convulsive swallow. “You’d do that?”

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