Page 16 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“No. Absolutely not.” She forced herself to stand and cross to him. He watched her approach but said nothing. She stood toe-to-toe with him and lifted her chin. “I’m ready when you are.”
He slid a hand under her hair and squeezed the nape of her neck before leaning close to speak near her ear, the words hot against her skin. “I figured out your whole list, naughty girl.” He bit her earlobe and tugged it between his teeth.
A hot shiver ran through her and her hands found their way under his shirt. “You did?”
He pulled back and met her eyes. “Yeah, I did, Jane.”
She dropped her hands, disappointed he couldn’t even remember her name. “It’s Carrie.”
His fingers encircled her wrists. “JaneBond.”
“Oh! Yes. Ha-ha.” She was about to ask what he thought that Jane Bond business meant, but before she could get out the words, he drew her arms behind her back, capturing her wrists in one hand in a tight grip. Her pulse skittered, her breath coming faster.
His other hand held her by the chin, his dark eyes glittering with intent. “Tonight you’re all mine, Jane.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
His lips met hers in a hard demanding kiss. He pressed on her chin, opening her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned, her body arching up to meet him, straining to get closer. His hand left her chin, tangling in her hair, his mouth devouring, hungry, overwhelming. She was lost in his taste, his spicy male scent, light-headed with lust. She needed more, wanted to grab him and pull his hardness against her softness, anything to ease this aching need, but he still held her tight, her wrists clamped in his large hand. His other hand left her hair and cupped her suddenly between the legs. Her soft moan was swallowed by his mouth. His fingers slid the damp panel aside and then they were inside her.
He tore his mouth from hers. “You’re so wet for me.”
“I know,” she cried as he stroked her inside, making her tremble.
He released her suddenly, turned her and smacked her ass lightly. “Bedroom.” When she didn’t move right away, a little startled by the sudden change, his arms wrapped around her from behind. He spoke in a husky whisper. “So I can tie you to the bedposts.”
She moved forward, more because Zach’s arm banded around her waist and he walked with her than of her own free will, her stomach jumpy, her heart racing. This was one of those things she’d felt like she should try—getting tied up. Now she wasn’t so sure. She didn’t know him that well. What would he do to her? What if she couldn’t get loose? She’d put it last on the list, but he was such a bad boy he was going all out of order.
Her voice came out shaky. “M-maybe we should start with something else on the list.”
He stopped and turned her to face him, studying her for a long moment. “Like what?”
“Sunday drive?” she blurted, extraordinarily relieved to have an out. Car sex sounded a lot safer than getting tied up.
He jerked his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”
