Page 43 of Bad Boy Next Door
She pulled jeans and a T-shirt out of her pack and started to dress, needing to shimmy and jump to get the denim to slide over her sweat-dampened body.
My dick had calmed down, and after getting rid of the condom, I eased myself into my jeans, leaving the fly open and the waist riding low on my hips.
Pulling her T-shirt on over her head, Jade left the kitchen, pushing the door so hard it swung back fully into the room. What the hell was wrong?
Anger took over from my fear that I’d hurt her. I deserved an explanation.
I pushed open the door and went into the hall. She was standing near the back entrance.
“You’re the one who said to go harder. If I hurt you”—I shook my head—“I’m sorry for that, but I was only doing what you asked. I don’t get why you’re so pissed off.”
“That’s not why I’m pissed.” Her cheeks were bright red.
“Then what is it?” I walked down the hall, but her body language was on a stay-the-fuck-away-from-me setting. It was like she was trying to blend into the metal door behind her, like she was afraid of me, like she wanted to put miles between us. I stopped a few feet away.
She turned her face to the side. “Can we just go home? Please? I’m tired.”
“What the fuck, Jade? I thought we were having a good time. Was that all in my head?”
“No.” She looked down. “We were having a good time. It just turned too—” Leaning back against the door, she bent over, half crumpled.
“Too what? Tell me. Please.”
“Toomuch, okay?” Not looking up, she shook her head. “Too fucking much.”
“I was right. Ididhurt you.” I punched my thigh.
As such a big guy—both my body and my cock—I tried to be careful. To go only so deep, to hold only so tight, to drive only so hard. I always held myself back to keep in control, but with Jade egging me on, I got carried away. I got carried away because of everything she’d made me feel.
Her eyes were closed, her lips tight together, her body wound up. Had I… Oh, my, god. Had Iforcedher? Had I completely misunderstood everything she’d been saying? Had I heard only what I wanted to hear? What mydickhad wanted to hear?
My head felt like it was going to burst, and my chest heaved as I played back the action.
Shame caved in my chest. “Jade. I’m so sorry. I misunderstood. I took it too far. I thought you wanted it rough. I should have known better. Fuck. I could kill myself right now.”
Her eyes snapped open and she looked into mine. She was angry.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she said. “How many times do I have to say it? You didn’thurtme, Nick. Iwantedit hard.”
“Is that how you like it?”
Relieved, but confused, I leaned against the wall, wanting to understand this woman, hoping I’d get another chance to fuck her in any way that she wanted. To get it right the next time. “When it hurts… Is that... Do you like men tohurtyou?”
“No…” She slammed her fist against the door.
“Because when we were going slow, when we were looking at each other…” A low whistle breathed through my lips. “I’m not gonna lie, Jade. For me, that connection between us, that was the best fucking thing that’s happened in my whole goddamned life.”
Her head snapped back like my words had connected with her chin.
I took a step back. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have felt so connected when she’d felt nothing—or worse? “Did you hate it that much?”
“No.” Her face twisted up, almost like she was going to cry, but she didn’t. “That’s the problem.”
I frowned. “Do you only like sex when you hate it? Because Jade, that’s some fucked-up shit right there.”
She looked away.
Stepping forward, I gently cupped the back of her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t judge. I just want to understand. I want to know what you like…” If hurting her during sex was what she wanted, could I do that? I wasn’t sure. “Tell me how to make it good for you.”
