Page 75 of The Bad Boy's Homecoming
“Yes, please,” she begged.One of her hands reached back to grip his thigh.
Leveraging his body on his right side he stroked his thick, hard length through her dripping heat.
“I’ll give you what you want on one condition.”
She groaned.“That’s not fair.”
“I’m the bad boy, remember?”He stroked her again.
“Name your price.”
“Say you’re mine.I want to hear you say it.”
Her hips bucked back as she tried to get closer to him, pushing the tip of his throbbing need inside her.It was sweet torture.He wanted to sink into her hot folds.But he waited.
He pressed his mouth on her ear to whisper, “Say it, baby.”
One more stroke and she lifted her head off her pillow.“I’m yours, every messy piece of me, and I need you inside me now.”
“Promise?”he asked.
“I promise.”
He pushed his entire length into her, sinking to the hilt in one slow thrust, and they both sucked in a breath.
“You are mine, and I will be back for you.”Then with three more deep strokes he said, “Do.Not.Forget.”
He accepted her moan into her pillow as her agreement and continued to worship her body while he drove them both to the precipice of ecstasy.He belonged to her and he was going to do everything he could to convince her, but he also knew there was something holding her back.
*
The sun ofthe morning was now pouring into his old room, which was of course Missy’s room now.In truth it looked nothing like the room he’d grown up in: new paint, frilly curtains, and paintings by other artists on each wall.
Her heavy breathing proved he’d worn her out in the best way.After quietly slipping out of the bed, he cleaned up in the bathroom and realized he didn’t have any clothes in her room.His were downstairs in the studio or out in his car in his luggage.With a towel wrapped around his waist he stepped out into the hall.He didn’t know if Gran even came home last night.He’d been too busy to notice.
But as he made his way downstairs the house was totally quiet.He scooped up their discarded clothes and set them by the stairs, then went out to his car to grab his bag from his trunk.Which was of course the exact moment an antique Corvette rolled into the driveway with the top down.His grandmother was smiling in the passenger seat with a scarf tied around her head.
Levi stood in his towel with his suitcase and waited, as if it was completely normal to be out in the driveway after a shower.
“Grandson, I would introduce you to my friend, but I’m not sure I want to claim you dressed like that.”
He stepped forward to open her car door.“Sorry, Gran, I forgot to grab my bag and bring it inside yesterday.”
“Hello there, Levi Hart,” Mr.Greer said from the driver’s seat as he turned off the car and got out.Then the man held out his hand and Levi shook it.
“I trust you two kids had car trouble and that’s why you’re bringing my grandmother home so late?”Levi teased and winked at his grandmother.
“No, actually we spent a lovely evening at Clark’s.He may be a better chef than you,” his grandmother said with no shame.
Levi feigned shock.
“Well it’s nice to see you again, Mr.Greer.I won’t bother to threaten you because I’m guessing Wesley already has you under surveillance and let you know not to cross him.”
“You boys are so overprotective.Now I want to hear about your night with Missy,” Gran said, before giving Mr.Greer a kiss on the cheek.“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to her new beau, then walked up the path to her house while they both watched.
“She’s spectacular,” Mr.Greer said then headed back to the driver’s side, leaving Levi to follow his grandmother and figure out what he was going to say before he got back inside.
But when he stepped into the kitchen Missy was there, dressed and making coffee.
