Page 42 of Bad Boy Next Door
Using my other hand, I cupped her face, turned her head and kissed her. Her lips seemed resistant at first, like she was distracted, but an audible sigh emerged from low in her belly, and our kiss deepened.
She melted in my arms while her insides gripped my dick even harder.
My arms wrapped around to support her now pliant body, and staying deep inside her, I pulsed with small strokes, desperate to create some friction but not wanting to thrust too hard. After the way we’d started, she could be raw or bruised, plus I wanted to last.
Her body tensed and she broke our kiss, turning her face toward the wall.
I needed to see into her eyes. Pulling out, I went in for another kiss, but she stopped me.
“Didn’t you hear me? I want you to fuck me—hard.” She turned toward me, grabbed my shoulders and jumped.
I caught her by the ass. She reached down to position me between her slippery wetness, then she forced herself forward, her legs wrapping around my body and pulling me in deep.
Using her heels on my ass for leverage, she pumped herself on my dick, and it was all I could do to hold her, to keep her from bouncing right off me. There was a frantic urgency in her eyes.
I didn’t understand this woman—not yet—but Jade was wild, and I loved it. Fuck, how I loved it.
I braced her against the wall so I could do more of the work.
“Harder!” she cried out. “Faster!”
Against my better judgment, my body obeyed her commands, my hips like a machine as I crushed her small body between mine and the wall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I pounded and drove, thrusting harder than I thought possible, faster than I knew I could. I was so close to coming. Too close.
I forced myself to slow down.
She opened her eyes and looked into mine.
I brushed hair off her sweat-soaked face. “Jade. Fuck. You take my breath away.” I finally understood what people meant by that saying.
Her expression softened, and she drew in a ragged breath. Looking into my eyes, I felt sure she was seeing me. Really seeing me. Seeing everything I was, everything I wanted to be, and I’d never felt so connected.
I slid in and out of her, pushing deep, but slowly, using the wall for leverage to get every part of me that I could inside her, digging myself in so far I might never find my way out. And that’s what I wanted. I wanted to lose myself inside her, I wanted to leave myself in places she’d feel forever.
A crease formed between her eyebrows. She frowned, and the expression in her eyes completely changed in an instant.
Wha?
Her fists pounded on my shoulders. “Stop it. Let me down. Let me down, you asshole. Stop it. This isn’t—this isn’t what I wanted.”
Pulling out, I let her feet drop.
Not knowing what to do, I held her against me.
“I’m too big. I was too rough.” I stroked her hair, her back. “I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
She pushed away, breaking my hold. “No. That’s not it. That’s not it at all.” Pushing away from me, she grabbed the bra of her uniform from the top of the bar and searched for her shorts.
“Then what?” My heart was pounding so hard. Pounding and starting to break. I had to fix this.
She found her shorts and headed toward the kitchen.
“Jade!” I grabbed my jeans. “What did I do?”And how can I fix it?I followed her into the kitchen, where she grabbed her small backpack.
“I need to get dressed,” she snapped. “You mind?”
Tipping my head to the side, I tried to figure out if this was her idea of a joke, but we’d joked around lots, and this didn’t feel the same—at all.
“Tell me!” I leaned onto the stainless-steel counter. “What’s going on?”
