Page 78 of Falling for the Bad Boy
The door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it. The drywall would need to be patched before I moved out. But I didn’t want to think about repairs or moving or my time in the States running out. Right now, I just wanted to feel Trinity against me, under me, on me.
She kicked the door closed with her foot, and we stumbled past the kitchen table to collapse on the couch. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, so I levered myself up to take over. She propped herself up on her elbows beneath me, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip. I’d never seen anything sexier than Trinity in that moment—the way her eyes darkened, the tilt of her smile while she waited for me to undress. I committed it all to memory.
I slid the last button free, and her hands ran over my chest, slipping the fabric off my shoulders. For a second, my arms were trapped. I hadn’t undone the cuffs.
“Hey, hold up. I can’t get my hands out of here.” I held them out, expecting her to help.
Instead, she grinned. A wicked little smile I hadn’t seen before.
“What are you doing?” I asked, not sure I wanted the answer.
“You can’t get your hands out, right?” She wiggled out from under me and stood.
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Help me undo the buttons on the cuffs, will you?” I sat on the cushion, my hands totally useless.
“All in due time.” She knelt between my legs and reached for my belt buckle.
“Trinity…”
Her fingers worked the buckle loose, then started on my pants. “You made me feel so good. Now it’s your turn.”
I lifted my hips as she slid my pants and boxer briefs down my legs. The couch cushion felt weird under my bare ass.
“Can you at least take off my shoes and socks?” I grinned, more than willing to play along for now.
She untied my shoes, and I kicked them off. The pants followed. Naked from the waist down, with my hands trapped in my shirt, I was completely at her mercy. Desire licked through my nerve endings as I waited to see what she’d do next. I’d been hard since I’d slid my fingers inside her in the alley behind that Italian place, which made for a pretty uncomfortable ride home.
“You ready for me, baby?” She ran her finger around her mouth, and I stiffened even more.
“I’m always ready for you, angel.” I meant it. Didn’t matter if we hadn’t fucked in days or if I’d just pulled out of her—if it was Trinity, I was game.
She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Her bra cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. I wanted to lean forward and lick that cleft. My hands itched to free them, but she beat me to it. As her bra fell forward, I groaned.
“You’re not making this easy for me.” I tried to tug the shirt back up my arms to free my hands, but she yanked it farther down, making it impossible to move.
“Good. I’m trying to make things harder.” She arched a brow and leaned in, her mouth inches from my cock.
I leaned back against the cushion. “You’re doing a fucking fantastic job of that.”
The moment her tongue touched the head of my cock, I had to anchor my hips to the couch. I wanted to thrust up, fuck her mouth hard and deep. But she was in charge. Probably needed to feel in control after how the rest of the evening had gone to hell. So I waited, every muscle strung tight.
She teased me, flicking her tongue, dragging her fingers along my thighs and under my balls. My eyes rolled back as she finally wrapped her lips around me and took my tip into the hot, wet heat of her mouth.
I fisted my hands and tried to stay still. This woman drove me insane. My cock practically wept for her. And I loved it. I loved her. Even though she hadn’t said the words yet, every part of her showed me she felt the same. Being apart wasn’t an option. If I had to break the law and stay in the country illegally, I would. For her.
My resolve only hardened as she took me deeper, her tongue sliding along my length. She moaned, and the vibration shot through me like lightning. I wanted to grip her hair, cup her face, feel her while she worked me—but I couldn’t. So I gave in, let go, and just felt.
And then she went further, breasts pressed to my thighs, mouth relentless. I exploded. Time stopped. I came hard and long, and she didn’t stop, her mouth still working me while I emptied myself down her throat.
Finally, wrung out and boneless, I opened my eyes. She was smiling up at me, nestled between my legs, her breasts resting on my dick. She ran her tongue around her lips, licking up the last of my release. The sight made me want to be everything she needed. Everything she deserved.
I couldn’t stand not touching her anymore. The cuffs on my shirt popped as I jerked my hands free and yanked the fabric off. Her eyes widened at the sound of ripping cloth.
“Don’t tell me I’ve created a monster.” She giggled as I slipped my hands under her arms and pulled her toward me.
“Your monster.” I tugged her onto my lap. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?” Her smile faded, and the light in her eyes dimmed just a little.
