Page 79 of Good at Being Bad (Rock Canyon, Idaho 8)

“All right, all right,” she said, walking down the steps of his house. He saw his dad sitting in the car and waved, but he was probably listening to the football game because he didn’t look up.

Mike closed the door and rubbed his throbbing temples.

“I left Advil and water on your nightstand for you.”

Mike looked up to find Ellie standing next to his couch, looking a little less rumpled, but still beautiful.

“Did I call you over here last night?” he asked.

“Yes, you practically begged me to come take care of you.”

He couldn’t tell if she was messing with him or not, so he just said, “Well, thanks, then.”

“It was my pleasure,” she murmured.

Mike glanced at her sharply. “Did something else happen I should know about?”

Ellie laughed. “You mean did I take advantage of you? No, you’re safe. I just helped you get cleaned up, and then put you to bed. By that time, I was just so tired, I guess I passed out.”

“Oh, shit,” he said. “I had puked on myself, didn’t I?”

“Just a little bit, it was no big deal. Believe me, I used to be a pro drunk.”

Her casual words struck him through and a slow grin spread over his face. “Wait, let me get this straight. A guy drunk dials you, begs you to come and take care of him, and it’s no big deal?”

“Like I told your mom, we’re friends,” she said, testily.

“Or, maybe, you wanted to see me so bad, you were willing to deal with me as a hot mess?”

“Think whatever you want, but I was just trying to be—”

Mike strode toward her and grabbed her arms, yanking her against him.

“—nice!” She squeaked the last word.

Wrapping his arms around her, he bent down to kiss the side of her throat, just below her ear. “So, you were just performing a public service? Nothing more?”

He took her earlobe between his lips and teased it with his teeth and tongue.

“Uh-huh,” she said breathlessly.

“Liar,” he said.

“Am not.” Before he could say more, she had pulled away enough to mold her lips to his.

Mike slid his hands over her back, pressing her body into his as he kissed her back, ignoring the pinch of pain in his jaw as he opened it wider, sweeping his tongue inside. Walking her back to the couch, he tumbled her back onto the soft fabric and followed her, coming down on top of her.

As he pulled up the bottom of her T-shirt to her chest, he broke the kiss and moved down, placing his mouth along her rib cage until she was writhing under him. He kneeled on the side of the couch, pulling her sweats and panties down as he trailed his lips along her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her belly button. When the pants and panties hit the floor, Mike climbed up onto the couch and shoved a few throw pillows under her hips. As he hooked her legs over his shoulders, he stared down her body until his gaze fused with hers.

And before she changed her mind, he dipped his head between her legs.

Ellie had no idea how they had gotten here so fast but she was beyond caring as Mike’s tongue pushed inside her, slipping up along her slit until it passed over the hard nub of her clitoris. She jerked at the zing of pleasure that shot up her body and whimpered as Mike pressed his mouth around her, sucking hard until her limbs were shaking and her breath was coming in hard pants. God, it felt so good, amazing really, and suddenly, the heavy throb of orgasm washed over her and she arched up, crying out as she rode the wave.

Mike was leaving lazy kisses along her thighs when she finally came down, watching him below half-closed eyes.

Before she could say anything to break the silence, she felt his press a finger inside her, and she moaned.

Mike used his other hand to pull the pillows out from under her, even as he pressed another finger inside, moving up and out of her. She could hear the wet suction as he pulled in and out, and then she couldn’t think at all because he was curling his fingers inside her, rubbing vigorously against the flesh of her G-spot. Aching need rebuilt inside her, but she c

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