Page 35 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
She squirmed as he got to her sensitive calves and then the arch of her foot. When he started over, high on her other leg, she let out a mewl of protest. But it was no use. He kept moving down her leg, stroking, kissing, tasting. Finally he reached the arch of that foot and she let out a sigh of relief. That was short-lived.
His palm made a slow trip up the inside of her thigh before he finally touched where she ached for him. By the time his tongue joined his fingers, parting her and tasting her intimately, she was chanting his name, rocking mindlessly against his mouth. Oh, God.
“Zach!”
He slid his fingers inside her and looked up at her, his mouth still demanding, hungry, like all of him, his eyes heated, possessive. In that moment she was his. She knew it with startling clarity and it alarmed her. She closed her eyes.
His mouth shifted to kiss the inside of her thigh. “I want to see the ecstasy in your eyes. Will you give me that, Carrie?”
She met his eyes. A moment of charged silence vibrated between them. She sensed he was asking something significant, he rarely spoke unless he had something to say, something meaningful, but she couldn’t comprehend it. Her body’s need was far more powerful than her brain right now.
“Yes,” she said softly.
He kissed her sex almost reverently, his eyes locked on hers. Her knees buckled, but his grip on her hips held her in place and his groan against her vibrated so intensely she gripped his head, holding him to her. She’d never felt anything so intimate, him holding her, her holding him to her most vulnerable place, his hot gaze burning into her. He amped her up with his lips and tongue and teeth, his gaze never leaving hers, and then she was coming on a long low scream, her body racked with pleasure.
He eased away from her and she closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath for what she knew would be a wild ride. The soft drop of his clothes, rustle of the condom, and then he was lifting her, taking her in one swift thrust. She scrambled to hang on, throwing her arms around him and locking her ankles behind his back. He grunted, giving her that moment before he took her with powerful thrusts, his mouth covering hers, his tongue delving deep. She was liquid fire, consumed by him, lost and found at the same time. And then she tensed on the sharp edge of ecstasy.
He tore his mouth from hers, gazing deep into her eyes. “Come for me. Look in my eyes and say my name.” And then he was pounding into her and she held his gaze as long as she could before she lost it, coming and coming and coming, each thrust bringing a deeper wave of pleasure.
“Zach!” she cried.
Which must’ve been what he was waiting for because he let go, pumping into her for his release. His teeth closed around the cord of her neck, sending another shock wave through her.
Long moments passed. He was breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. Finally he lifted his head. “Carrie,” he rasped.
“Zach,” she said playfully, not willing to venture into the serious territory that his voice was hinting at.
He nipped her lower lip, a swift penance for her teasing. It was one of the things she liked about him most. His body spoke so clearly on a level she understood instinctively. How did he do that? She’d never had the back-and-forth with a guy the way she did with him.
“Are you going to put me down?” she asked.
He gave her a small smirk of a smile before lifting her up and off him, setting her on her own two feet and lifting his palms in the air. She immediately had to grab his arm for balance, her legs shaky and weak from hanging on.
He chuckled.
“Jerk.”
His gaze turned dark and dangerous. Her breath caught and then she was airborne, cradled in his strong arms as he carried her to the bedroom.
“You can’t possibly do it again so soon,” she told him.
“You can.”
“By myself?”
“I’m gonna find out how many orgasms I can get out of you.”
She shivered.
His voice dropped to the deep honey tone that made her crazy with lust. “I’m guessing twenty.”
“N-no. No way.”
“Now you’re calling me out. Gotta prove myself.”
She squeaked. It was all she could manage at the prospect. But the level of trust she had in him meant she had no reason to tell him no.
He set her down on the mattress, settling next to her, lying on his side. He gazed into her eyes for a long moment before his hand settled between her legs. She arched off the mattress, still sensitive.
