Page 79 of A Real Good Bad Thing

“I was,” she said, dipping her face.

Nope. She needed to look me in the eyes. I let go of her hands, tucked a finger under her chin and raised her face. “Don’t fuck with my feelings. You know I want you. You know I like you. Just don’t fuck with me,” I said, as clear as if I were giving an order to my troops.

“I’m not. I won’t. I’m sorry.” Her tone was full of contrition.

That knot unwound. “So tell me the truth. Do I seem like the type of guy who’d screw you over?”

She sighed but smiled softly. “No. You don’t seem like that kind of guy.”

I brushed the back of my fingers against her cheek. Her skin was soft, and she smelled so good, like coconuts and the beach. “You tell me what kind of guy you think I am.”

She leaned into my hand. “A good guy,” she whispered, her voice breathy while her eyes never strayed from mine.

I was glad she’d said it. That I hadn’t put those words in her mouth. “A really good one,” she added, angling her hips, her body seeking out contact. I tugged her against me so the only thing she felt was how damn ready for her I was.

She drove me wild. She was a pistol, a fiery, sexy, determined, tenacious woman who made me crazy, and who I wanted fiercely at the same damn time. I backed her up against the railing, pressing my hard-on against her and caging her in with my arms. “Are you sure about the man in front of you?”

I pushed against her, letting her feel what she did to me.

She grabbed my shirt. “Can we please just fuck it out now?”

Yes.That.That was music to my ears. She’d come around, seen who I was, and wanted me even more. Or so I hoped.

“Yes, we damn well better fuck it out. Once and for all.”

I held her face. “In about one minute, you’re going to put your hands on the railing, bend over, and raise your skirt for me.”

Her eyes lit up, sparkling with a naughty kind of excitement. “Happily.”

“But first, I’m going to steal something. A hot, dirty kiss.”

Her breath caught.

I roped a hand through her hair, yanked her close, and planted a scorching, searing kiss on her delicious lips. She melted under my touch. My hands traveled to her leg, along the warm skin of her thighs, quickly finding what I wanted—the wet scrap of fabric between her legs. She was so damn turned on too.

Good. I needed all this wetness. It was mine. I’d earned it. She’d doubted me, and I’d proven who I was to her.

I was someone else as well—the man who fucked her good.

I groaned as I kissed her mercilessly, then tugged off her underwear, broke the kiss, and spun her around.

Covering her back with my chest, I wrapped her hair in a fist and tugged. She gasped and arched her ass higher. Yup. She liked a little rough play. I brought my mouth to her ear. “Do you like it hard? Do you like it rough? Do you like it angry?”

She turned her face to look at me with desire in her eyes. “I like everything with you.”

“Good answer.” I grasped her chin and held her gaze, staring at her. “Stay here.”

I headed inside, grabbed a condom, and returned to the gorgeous sight on my balcony—Ruby, with her sundress bunched up above her hips, her panties on the ground, and her lovely, delicious body ready for me.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it off, then unzipped my shorts enough to take out my length. “You need my cock now, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“So badly,” she moaned.

I rolled on the condom, so damn ready. So damn needy. I wanted to banish all the frustration that had stemmed from our cat-and-mouse games. No better way than the physical. It was the one thing that didn’t lie. It was a language comprised only of truth. There was no doubt in the way she glistened for me. In the lift of her hips, the look in her eyes, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed hard.

There was nothing but truth to the way I ached to fill her.

I positioned my dick at her slick entrance, and in one delicious thrust, I pushed inside my woman. All the way. I snaked an arm around her chest, sliding my hand between her breasts and up to her neck.

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