Page 198 of One Bad Idea
Or second thoughts about my complaint that he wasn't naked?
I wasn't sure, and I was finding it hard to think. I had to ask, "Second thoughts about what?"
"This," he said, teasing that special spot with his fingers.
I gave a little whimper. "Nope. No second thoughts here."
"So… say it."
I breathed, "Yes."
He rewarded me with a series of little circles up and around that swollen nub. "So," he said in a tone that was almost conversational, "tell me what happened."
My mind was growing fuzzier with every passing moment. "What do you mean?"
"I want to know…" he said, stroking me just the way I liked, "… just what upset you."
Right now, our stupid argument was the furthest thing from my mind. Somehow, I managed to say, "You mean aside from the work thing?"
"Yeah, aside from that." His fingers were still working their magic. "I wanna know."
With renewed desperation, I lifted my hips. Already, I was wet and aching for him. Cripes, I'd probably been wet from the moment he'd undressed me and lowered me onto the bed with a kiss that had me yearning for more.
In my mind, I could still taste his lips, warm and sweet against my own. Somehow, I managed to say, "Upset? Me?"
Jaden gave a slow nod. "Yeah. And I wanna know why."
I breathed, "I'll tell you later."
He shook his head. "No. You're gonna tell me before." He didn't need to say before what. I knew exactly what.
What a total tease.
I protested, "Why before?"
"Because I wanna know."
"You meannow?"
"Yeah," he said, rewarding me with more of those little circles, followed by a long finger deep inside me. I loved every single one of his fingers, but they weren't what I wanted. Or at least, they weren't theonlything I wanted. With renewed desperation, I reached for the button of his jeans.
He edged back and teased, "No cheating."
"That's not cheating," I protested. "You're the one playing dirty."
He lowered his head and pressed his lips close to my ear. In a voice filled with sin, he said, "If you think this is dirty, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
A warm shudder ran through me, and I blurted out, "I know that you and Jax own this apartment. And…" I took a deep breath. "…The rent." I shook my head. "It's too low, likewaytoo low." My hips rose when he rewarded me with another finger. In the middle of a moan, I murmured, "And I'm pretty sure I'm overpaid, too."
He gave a low chuckle. "Is that it?"
"What do you mean 'Is that it?'"
"That?" he scoffed. "It's nothing."
"I, um…"Oh, God.What was he doing now? It felt so damn good. I murmured, "It is, too."
"Nah," he said. "That's pennies."
