Page 49 of So Bad It Must Be Good

Chapter Twelve

Kayla had never seduced a man before. Of course, this wasn’t exactly seduction. Liam was already seduced. He wanted to have sex with her. He was quite ready to have sex with her. This was about her taking charge.

She had definitely never, ever done that before. She had always let the guy lead, and there was something nice about that, but she wasn’t looking for nice here. She was looking for important and meaningful. She felt both of those things because not only was she doing something she’d never done, but she was giving him something he’d never had.

She rubbed her palms over the hard plane of his chest. He was so broad. Muscle and hair and just so very . . . manly, she supposed. Which seemed like a silly descriptor, but she’d never met someone who had that sort of virility. She didn’t know anyone who fixed things and made things, who seemed to take care without steamrolling over everything.

She’d never known anyone like him. So she kissed him and touched him. She reveled in the slow, soft way he touched her back as if giving her the thing she wanted. The power. The control. He was touching her only in the ways she touched him. Giving her the space to lead.

She arched against him, rubbing what she could against the hard long length of him. He was so very big. He would fill her completely.

Maybe she was setting herself up for disappointment, but she had a feeling that finding her orgasm wouldn’t be the struggle it usually was. Usually it was a lot of trying to figure out how to contort herself without having to tell the guy he wasn’t quite hitting the right spot.

But Liam . . . He seemed to be able to look at people and understand them. She was probably putting too much faith in that, but with the promise of sex, it was hard to care. It was hard to worry.

They would work together to get them both to that final part, of that she was sure.

Slowly she drew her mouth from his, looking up at him and studying the hard lines of his face. He looked so very serious and yet there was something sort of... lighter about him. Sometimes he had the world-weary heaviness about all the things he took care of, but he’d dropped that somewhere along the line tonight.

It was almost as if she had caused that in him. Maybe he liked her that much, and her presence was something like meaningful. Not a pretty decoration, not someone to manipulate. Just someone he enjoyed being with.

She took his hand in hers, determined to make this . . . special. It was probably schoolgirl foolishness that she wanted her first actual sex time with Liam to be special—something she could remember and cherish, but that’s exactly what she wanted from this. From him.

But if she thought too much about that, tried too hard for that, it would lead to another hundred thoughts that were probably too serious for where they were right now. So she pushed them away and led Liam out of the kitchen, into the hall, and to his bedroom.

She didn’t know why leading him gave her such a thrill. Obviously he was letting her do it and yet she didn’t think he would let just anyone lead him.

Inside his bedroom, they stood facing each other. Him in only his low-slung jeans, and her in only her skinny jeans and bra.

She studied him and then his unmade bed. She felt giddy and nervous and one million other things at once, but mostly she knew that even if she said something silly or stupid, Liam would never make her feel those things. It was that which gave her the courage to be brave.

“Take off your pants and lay down.”

His mouth quirked into a little bit of a smile, but he undid the button of his jeans, and then the zipper. He took the condom out of his pocket and tossed it onto the corner of the bed, then pushed his pants off his narrow hips and onto the ground. He aimed that lazy half-smile at her as he slid onto the bed, sprawling out on his back and crossing his arms behind his head.

He made quite the picture, all defined muscle at rest, impressive bulge under the boxers he wore.

She undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the ground. She didn’t miss the way his mouth firmed and his eyes zeroed in on her naked breasts. She tried to memorize the way he breathed deeply and clearly appreciated the look of her as much as she appreciated the look of him.

Heart pounding, a steady thrum of need working through her body, she shimmied out of her own pants and stepped out of them so they lay on the floor next to his.

Willing herself to continue to be brave, she crawled up on the bed and over Liam. The soft slide of her legs against the coarse hair on his. She kept her hands on the smooth cotton of his sheets even as she let her gaze take in every last inch of him. Honed muscle and dark hair. The dips and curves of a man whose body was a tool he used at work.

Eventually her gaze traveled to his face. He still had that firm, jaw-tightened expressed about him, as though he had to fight that hard to hold himself back. Kayla couldn’t say she minded if he did. His eyes were that glittering blue that should remind her of icy winter skies, but instead reminded her of the inside of a flame. His dark beard and hair such a sharp contrast to the color of his skin.

He didn’t move underneath her, just looked right back at her. The only hint he felt anything was the tenseness of his jaw and the slightly heavy breathing.

The only place they touched was their legs, hers straddling his. Still, he didn’t move to touch her, to bring her closer, and the moment stretched quiet and heavy, and somehow the pulsing need inside of her thudded harder, coiled tighter.

Was he wondering where she would touch him first? Anticipating it as much as she was? Their bodies coming together, fully, wholly. The thought ricocheted through her, hot and potent, so she lowered her body on top of his, stretching over him, every part of her touching him, except where they both still had on their underwear. His skin was surprisingly smooth in places, though rough against her chest and stomach where a smattering of hair rubbed against her.

She pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth, reveling in the feel of the hard outline of him through the thin cotton they both wore. Thick and ready. She wanted to tease him, maybe even torture him with that slight separation between them, but resting the already slick folds of herself against his cock was torture to her as well. She didn’t want fabric barriers. She wanted him inside. Thrusting and hard and unrelenting.

She wanted so much more than a few gentle teasing touches. She wanted to be consumed by this strong, tough man.

And shouldn’t she have what she wanted? What did special matter if it wasn’t what she actually wanted? What did it matter what she was supposed to like or want when it came to sex? It was just the two of them. This would always just be for the two of them, and it didn’t matter what was good or right or bad or wrong. It was only what she and he wanted.

She tugged the waistband of his boxers down and sighed at the gorgeous sight of aroused male. She slid her entire body down him as she pulled the boxers off his legs. She let her nipples brush against his thighs and her fingertips slide against his calves. She tossed the boxers away and then wriggled out of her own panties.

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