Page 55 of So Bad It Must Be Good

“Always prepared? Like a Boy Scout.”

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, finding her grin infectious, finding everything about her irresistible. So he picked her up, gratified when she immediately wrapped her legs around him, which made it very easy to walk down her hallway.

“First door on the left, you said?”

She nibbled at his earlobe, fidgeting against him until he lowered her enough that she could rub herself against his dick. “That’s it.”

He toed the door open and stepped into a room. There was some light creeping through a few slats in the shades, but mostly it was dim.

“All right, Boy Scout, time to show me what else you’re prepared for.” He dumped her on the bed, everything about her breathless laugh brightening the dark room. She was sunshine itself.

He tugged his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes. Kayla licked her lips and watched.

“I love the way you look,” she said on a sigh as if she hadn’t thought about the words before they tumbled out.

He raised an eyebrow at her and a faint pink crept across her cheeks.

“You’re just h-hot.”

He supposed it was that screwy thing inside of him that liked her stutter, and in any other situation it might have caused him to pause, but so far Kayla had liked or matched every screwy thing he’d wanted. So what was the point in stopping? “Am I?”

“Well, o-of course you are. You’re so . . . tall.”

“Tall?”

“A-and broad shouldered and . . . your eyes are . . .” She rolled her eyes. “Are you fishing for compliments, Liam Patrick? Because that doesn’t seem like you at all.”

“Maybe I am,” he returned, sliding one knee onto the bed, and then the other, moving closer and closer to her, never once looking at anything but those pretty eyes widening at his advance, before dropping to the bulge in his jeans.

“What else do you like about me, Kayla?” he said, his voice something more like a growly scrape against the air.

The pink blush on her cheeks was turning much closer to red, and he liked that too because she was breathing heavily. He could see the hardened peaks of her nipples through her bra and shirt. He had no doubt that if he touched her she’d be wet and needy.

Fuck.

He took her hand and closed it over the erection in his pants. “Do you like my cock, Kayla?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you want me to do with my cock?”

She inhaled sharply, but she didn’t say anything for a few taut seconds. She simply met his gaze and searched his face, something like compassion etched into the softness of her cheeks and eyes. Like if she looked hard enough she could give him what he needed to take all of today’s troubles away.

“Why don’t you tell me . . . Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? What you need?” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “I’m here for whatever it is, Liam. I’m here for you.”

It was his turn to inhale in a sharp burst, to hold it there, too many emotions and feelings crashing inside of him. His skin too hot, too tight, his heartbeat too loud in his ears, nearly painful in his chest.

For him. She was here for him.

“Get the condom. Then get undressed.” He hardly recognized his voice, a low, unearthly growl. He should pause and rein it in, tamp all the swirling desperation down, but she was moving so quickly. She grabbed a condom out of her nightstand and put it on the top surface, and then her clothes were practically flying off of her until she laid out on her bed, naked and beautiful—pale skin, gold-dusted freckles, the rosy pink of her nipples.

He tore at his own pants, tugging them off with no finesse. This was about him. She was here for him. Him. No matter that some dim martyr’s voice in the back of his head tried to tell him to stop, he bulldozed forward, grabbing the condom and opening it. Rolling it on while she watched.

“I want you on your hands and knees.”

Her breathing hitched, but it was the only outward reaction before she was rolling over, rising up on her knees and hands, that beautiful ass of hers tilted toward him. A beautiful display. For him, for him.

The curve of her ass, the little birthmark at that sweet dip in her spine. He slid his hands over both of her ass cheeks, reveling in the smooth, plump part of her before smoothing his hands down the backs of her thighs, then up the inner section, finding her pussy.

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