Page 52 of Bad For A Weekend

“What about your friends and Brandy? You don’t think they’d go running to your dad?”

My insides dance with excitement because he’s not turning me down for the reasons I thought. He’s turning me down because of logistics, and I can solve that.

“I’m asking for three nights. During the day you can be a grumpy asshole. But after everyone’s gone to bed, you drop the act and do everything you’ve ever dreamed about to me.” My core clenches at the idea of living out his fantasies. I know he has them, and I want them all.

“It’s not an act. I am a grumpy asshole.”

“Well, I think if you go through with my plan, you might have an attitude adjustment.” I place my hands on his hips, but his folded arms keep me at a distance.

“Baylor, it’s wrong for me to even be having this conversation with you.”

“I know, which is why we don’t tell anyone. I get to lose my virginity to someone who will make it good for me, and you can get me out of your system so you can focus.”

“This is insane.” His head tilts up to the sky.

I shake his hips back and forth playfully. “Not insane. Bad.”

“Really bad.”

“Come on, Owen. Be bad with me.” I flash him a cunning grin.

Our eyes meet, and I can see the war going on behind them. He’s more than tempted, but he’s a cause-and-effect kind of guy. He has to play out all the ways this could go wrong before he can make a decision. I can’t let that happen; the whole purpose of this proposal is for him to let go for a change.

I grip his shoulders and hop up, looping my legs around his waist. Instinctually, he catches me like I knew he would. He’d do anything to keep me from harm, which is why he’s the perfect man for my first time.

“Don’t think. Just feel.” I plant my lips on his, pouring every ounce of my need and desire onto him. At first, his mouth is firm and doesn’t move. I wonder if I was wrong and he won’t give in, but then he softens, and I smile against his lips.

His arms band around me tightly, and he takes control of the kiss, delving his tongue into my mouth and swirling it with my own. Butterflies swarm in my belly, and my whole body tingles with excitement. Knowing he’s not going to pull away at any moment—and that this is finally happening—feels too good to be true.

When he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine, I worry I started celebrating too quickly.

“One night,” he breathes out.

“What?”

He readjusts his hands to under my thighs. “If I do this, it can only be for one night. Any more than that, and I’ll never let you go.”

I want to argue because I know it won’t be enough for me, but I fear he’ll call the whole thing off if I don’t concede.

“Okay. One night.”

He sets me down and grabs my hand before storming toward the house.

I laugh. “Where’s the fire?”

“In my pants,” he says dryly, making me laugh even harder.

We avoid sneaking through the house by entering the French doors to my room. He shuts them behind us, locking it and the bedroom door before pulling out his phone and pressing a few buttons to engage the house alarm.

I stand awkwardly, not sure what my next move should be. Do I strip down and hope he takes over? I shut that idea down immediately because all my confidence from earlier is gone, and I’m suddenly feeling incredibly insecure. I’m confident he’ll make this good for me, but can I be good for him?

He approaches me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s going on up here? Second thoughts? Because we don’t—”

“No. That’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“I might be bad at this. I probably will be bad, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

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