Page 13 of Falling For His Badass

“You aren’t stupid. They are.” He says it so matter-of-factly, I look at him.

He thinks I’m talking about Greg and Matt, not myself. I smirk. He’s definitely a hero. I shake my head. “I’m the one who is stupid.”

“Hey, let that go. Push it out of your mind,” B.A. says. “Those dudes need their asses kicked. Later on, I might just go back up there and handle that myself.” Sliding my ice cream cup to me, he adds. “Eat your ice cream. You’ll feel better.”

He sticks his damn mouthwatering tongue out and licks his cone again and my pussy soaks itself. I can’t deny wanting him, even if he doesn’t want me. Just being with him makes me feel better. I pull the ice cream to me and begin to eat it.

We sit in silence while I take my time. Not wanting to be alone. Not wanting to say goodbye to B.A., I study my cup while I slowly spoon the sweet treat past my lips, lay it on my tongue, and savor the flavor. He’s right. The ice cream makes me feel better.

About halfway through, I realize every time I open my lips, his eyes are locked onto them. I chance a quick glance up and find them hooded with desire. Maybe he will give me a sympathy fuck. Gawd, I blush, I’ll take it however he’s offering it. I lick my lips, and he shifts in his seat, then when I lock eyes with him, he smirks, not hiding the look of desire, then bites his cone, teasing me. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” I smile back. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He answers before he shoves the remainder of the cone in his mouth.

I may not be anything special any other night of the week, but tonight I obviously am. Tonight, I was a maiden in distress and my knight in shining armor came to my rescue. Nothing wrong with thanking him for his service. I smirk, again. Nothing wrong at all with that.

* * *

I sit backin my seat, stretch my legs out in front, and ease the pressure of my pants on my erection. Watching the sensual way Lizzy eats her ice cream has my cock throbbing with the need to be consumed like that. Her pouty lips are puckered perfection, and the way her mouth gently sucks the spoon before she rolls it across her tongue, then slides it out, and starts the seduction again, is driving my mind mad with thoughts of how wild her blow jobs must be. By the time she’s taken the last bite, I’ve formulated my plan on how I’m going to take her back to her room and pound her sweet little pussy into a mound of moaning muscle and make her mine.

“Lizzy?”

“Yes?” She looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes.

“Would you like to go back to the bar and dance the night away with me?”

She squints suspiciously, then she asks, “Why?”

I frown at her. “Why?”

“Yes, why? Doyoureally want to dance?”

Christ Almighty! I can’t answer that truthfully. Hell no! I really want to take you to bed and fuck your brains out, but I can’t say that. I decide to answer semi-truthfully and diplomatically. “Only if you do.” I wait for her answer, but she’s silent, so I gamble and explain further. “If you want to dance, I’ll take you back to the bar, and dance all night with you. Not because I particularly like to dance, and not because you need me to be safe, but because the way your beautiful body moves to the music promises a night spent in your bed will be a night spent without sleep, and I’m hoping one thing will lead to the other.” I grin at her, then wink.

She blushes a deep, perfect, shade of hotness. I stand up, take the ice cream cup from the table, and walk to the trash receptacle to dispose of it. When I turn back, she has followed me, and I nearly knock her down again. Reaching out, I grab her shoulders to stabilize her. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, then she whispers, “You had me at ‘Oomph.’” Her shy smile makes my heart thump as hard as my dick, then she steps into my arms, and offers her perfect pouty lips.

B.A.’sdeep green eyes close as he lowers his face to mine and his sculpted lips part just before they kiss me. His soft lips caress mine, before he slips his tongue inside. Umm, the taste of him is better than any succulent dessert I’ve ever eaten, and my mouth waters with his deliciousness. His hands slide around my waist, and they pull me roughly, hungrily, against the wall of his body.

He takes his time and explores my mouth, and I let him. His breath, as it flows gently across my cheeks makes me aware that my essence is tuned into to his and enhances the closeness of the moment. His fingers flex, kneading my back to a rhythm that promises his thrusting tempo will have me shivering with more than one orgasm. His tongue, as it travels in and out, around and around, promises he knows what he’s doing, and I will be begging him to give me everything he has later tonight. But it’s the power in his kiss that speaks to my soul on a much deeper level than anyone I’ve ever been with before. He is a man I will need, and that scares me.

When he finally stops kissing me, his hands cup my face, and his eyes take possession of mine. I stare into his completely owned and they assure me, I am beautiful, special, and worthy of a man like him.

Without another word, he laces our fingers together, and I feel bonded to him. He leads me back to the hotel in silence, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel the need to know anything about the man I’m giving myself to. He is a hero, and that is enough.

* * *

Walkingwith Lizzy back to the hotel, feeling her small, soft hand in mine, trusting me without knowing me, is nothing short of exhilarating. I look down at her and my heart softens with her smile.

When we enter the lobby, Jeff is standing there surrounded by a small group of men. He flags me down, and Lizzy and I walk over. He steps away from the group to speak to us. He looks at Lizzy and smiles, but doesn’t let on he knows anything about her, then he looks at me with an intensity that says introductions will have to wait. His voice is stern, business like, and I see the legend in action. “B.A., I just received a call. A friend of mine needs my services.”

I nod toward the group of men, “These guys part of your team?”

“Yeah, we’re assembling for a briefing before we fly down.” He sticks his hand out. “We’ll catch up later.”

“No worries, brother. It was good seeing you.” I clasp it, then give him a bro hug, “Good luck. Hope the mission is successful.”

He nods, “It will be.”

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