Page 186 of You Might Be Bad for Me

She has one hand on each side of it, and in her sleep shirt, her legs are on full display. Smooth and lush. She rubs one calf against the other as she nervously waits in the doorway. “No funny business?” she asks.

“Not unless you want,” I tell her, feeling the disappointment overwhelm me. I’ve thought about having her here for years. Literally, years. I have to stare at my nightstand as I strip out of my shirt. When I unzip my pants, I see her walk around the bed, but more importantly, I feel her eyes on me. Her lust-filled gaze doesn’t see mine on hers as she nearly walks into the bed in her rush to get under the sheets. She doesn’t notice how I watch her lick the seam of her lips as her gaze travels down my body.

And I’ll never forget how her eyes widen and her bottom lip drops slightly for her to take a deep inhale when I kick off my pants and she sees what I have for her.

Every fucking inch of it will slide into that tight cunt of hers.

Maybe not tonight, but knowing how much she wants me, how much she’s desperate for what she sees, brings a cocky smirk to my face that I can’t hide.

When the sheets stop rustling and Chloe’s nestled under the comforter, I ask her, “You want to be the big spoon or little spoon?”

And I’m rewarded with the sweet, sarcastic laugh I knew she’d give me.

“No spooning,” she answers with the smile still firmly on her face.

“You sure?” I ask as I slip into bed beside her. “It can get a little cold, you may find yourself wanting some warmth.” I cock a brow, but she’s not having it. “I’m practically a heater myself. My body temperature is just a little hotter than normal.”

When she laughs this time, I smile wider and set my head down on the other pillow in the bed. She rubs her eyes and then rolls over to lie on her side, facing me with both of her hands tucked under her pillow.

“You’re the different one,” she whispers, reminding me of the night I dropped her off at her house when she said I was different and I said it right back to her. “This wouldn’t be so easy if you were still the way you were before.”

I have to lick my lower lip to keep from saying anything. She has no idea. “I guess we’re both a little different, but can I tell you a secret?”

She only nods, her hair ruffling against the pillow as she does. “I’ve always wanted you.”

With her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she tries to stifle her smile, but she can’t.

“Aw, aren’t you cute when you blush?” I tease her, and I’m rewarded with a little more of a smile.

“What if we did do something?” she asks after a moment. Her breathing picks up and I can feel her nervousness.

I nearly groan from my cock leaking precum at the thought of doingsomethingwith her.

“What kind of something?” I ask her, doing my best to tread lightly. I get the feeling that she’d run from me and put those walls back up if I made a single misstep. I’m so eager to be inside of her, I could stumble and fall my way down a flight of stairs into fucking this up.

She shrugs and waits for me to say something.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” I ask her out of pure curiosity. With her hips, the image of her face down on my bed with her ass up is everything I want right now. My cock stiffens again at the thought and this time I let out a small groan.

Her eyes travel away from my gaze and downward.

“I’m sure there’s a lot I wouldn’t do… or maybe not,” she says absently. “My friend said she liked being choked.” The mention of choking catches me off guard. Of all the things for my innocent Chloe Rose to say, that wasn’t one I couldn’t have guessed.

“You want me to choke you?” I ask her, not hiding my surprise.

“No!” Pushing her hand against my chest, she backpedals real quick. “You were just asking what I wouldn’t want to do but I don’t know what that list would be.” She nestles back down as I try to think of what she needs to hear next.

I know what I want to say. I want to go through my list of all the dirty shit I want to do to her and then have her tell me where her limits are. But I’m pretty sure that’ll have her jumping out of bed faster than I can finish my laundry list of how to make Chloe Rose cum harder than she ever has before.

Confusion mars my face; I can feel it in the deep crease on my forehead. “I’m getting some mixed signals here, and I don’t want to fuck this up.” It’s such a simple thing to admit that, but as I swallow, I feel more vulnerable than I have in a long time. Probably since the day she ran from me in school, when she ran out the door and I followed her.

“I don’t want to fuck it up either,” she whispers and then leans in closer, pressing a small, quick kiss to my lips. Before I can deepen it, she’s already pulling away. My hand was already half up, ready to spear through her hair and keep her pressed to me, but I’m too slow, too shocked that she’d make the first move.

“If we did do something, it would only be because I think I would sleep really well after,” she tells me softly, watching my expression and judging my reaction.

“You love lying to me, don’t you?” I ask her with a cocked brow as I stretch out, putting one arm behind her head. She lets out a small laugh but also inches closer and rests her cheek on my arm.

With her thumbnail between her teeth, she keeps her arm up between us and I don’t miss how the bottom half of her body is still farther away from me.

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