Page 83 of Bad Boy
“You’re the one good thing in my life, Remi. The only thing. And that’s scary. Because I don’t want to lose you.”
“How would you lose me, Linc? I only just got here. I’m not fucking going anywhere. Whether you like it or not, I’m in your corner.”
I reward his sweetness with a half-smile, but I’m still worried.
“How am I supposed to get out of this mess? And without hurtin’ Sierra, too.”
“We tell them the truth.”
“What truth?”
“We’re dating.”
“D-datin’?” I sputter.
“Yep. Boyfriends.”
My mind stalls out, convinced the trauma of the past week is causing me to hallucinate my own desires. It’s the only logical explanation here. Theonlyone.
“Think about it. Our first date was at the arcade, along with our first kiss. We’ve been on vacation together. Fucked. Met each other’s parents. We’ve pretty much been boyfriends since day one. Just on an accelerated timeline or some shit.”
He. . . he’s not wrong. I’ve felt it all along.
“Boyfriends,” I echo. It sounds good. It soundsright.
A weight lifts, and there’s a new lightness in my chest. Hope and excitement swirl inside, giving me a newfound energy.
This fast, passionate flame burning between us has utterly consumed me, leaving me empty and aching for him.
I lean forward on the counter and slam my lips to his. Abandoning the ice bag, I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, careful not to bump my hand. He kisses me back fiercely, tongue licking at the seam and invading my mouth.
He stops for a moment, resting his forehead on mine. “When will your parents be home?”
“They’re in Asheville for the night,” I pant.
And then he’s kissing me again, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my hard cock against his abs as he carries me to the bedroom.
“My boyfriend,” I whisper, needing to say it out loud again.
“Yes. Your boyfriend. All yours. Only yours,” he mumbles back.
His rough, hard exterior is tempered with tenderness when it comes to me. And there’s just something so attractive about that. Knowing he’s soft for only me.
“I want my boyfriend to fuck me,” I murmur into his open mouth, still rubbing myself against him.
Right now, I just really need him to show me how much he needs me.
“Fuck, I love it when you curse, Preppy. Gets me so fucking hot,” he growls, sending shivers down my spine.
He lays me gently on the bed, cradling my head like I’m breakable. Or something precious.
I scoot backward until my head is resting in a cocoon of pillows as Remi crawls toward me, eyes smoldering. My thighs automatically part for him as he continues moving until he’s settled against me in just his boxers.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? And today? After everything?”
“Now more than ever, Remi.” I nip his bottom lip. “Show me you need me, too. Prove it to me.”
Before I can even utter the word “please,” Remi seals his lips to mine, kissing me again.
