Page 4 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“Carrie?”
His deep voice vibrated under her hands and she wanted to rub her cheek over his chest, then press her ear to it and soak that sexy voice in.
He tilted her chin up. “Not that I’m not loving your hands all over me, but I’m trying to figure out why you seem so…unsettled.”
She told herself to stop touching him, but her hands wouldn’t listen. They slid up over his wide shoulders and then back down his chest over his sexy abs to the waistband of his boxers.
His hands stopped hers, holding them at the edge of his boxers. “We good here?”
This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for in the entire year it had taken her to get up the nerve to approach a bad boy. She’d be a fool to pass this opportunity up. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Yeah.”
“You have to swear not to laugh. Not until I leave.”
He gazed at her steadily and squeezed her hands. “I won’t laugh.”
She couldn’t maintain eye contact. She stared at his exposed chest at the V of his shirt, tanned skin a few shades darker than hers with some dark hair. He released her hands only to snag her hips, taking her with him as he shifted to lean against the counter. He wrapped his arms around her waist, looking completely relaxed. She was the furthest thing from relaxed, pressed against that hard male body. Her nipples tightened into peaks and she was sure he could feel her heart thudding against her rib cage. She took a deep breath, placed her hands on his warm chest, and risked a look up at him. He watched her with his sexy hooded eyes, and those sensual lips seemed to be calling to her to stroke and taste and suck. A flutter low in her belly and the throbbing between her legs spurred her on. She could so do this.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
He remained quiet. Geez, make it harder for her.
“Ask me anything you want.” She needed an opening. A question that would somehow lead to her explaining and explaining until she finally spit it out.
He gazed into her eyes, his expression intense, his voice gruff and growly. “Tell me why the woman that came for me multiple times last night and wasn’t quiet about it either—” he paused, a sexy smirk crossing his features “—is jumpy as hell now.”
She flushed and muttered to herself, “Such a bad-boy thing to say.”
His lips twitched. “What can a bad boy do for you, Carrie?”
“Okay, I have a list. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She got braver. “Seven things to make up for six years of repression. Seven years if you count the year it took me to finally get a taste of the forbidden.”
He cocked his head. “Which part of last night was forbidden?”
She patted his chest and then rubbed it. “Good girl-bad boy.” It was in all her favorite romance novels. Not as forbidden as, say, teacher-student, but stillfarout of her comfort zone.
He released her. “Let’s see your list.”
She turned and stared at her purse under the kitchen table, willed herself to go over there and get her phone, but she couldn’t seem to move.
“Carrie.” His big hand cupped her jaw and turned her back to him. “Nothing on that list will shock me.”
He brushed her cheek with his thumb before dropping his hand. She relaxed a little. He’d probably seen it all, done it all. This wouldn’t be a big deal to him. She searched his features, checking in with him one last time to be sure he was taking her seriously and not about to laugh in her face.
His voice dropped, gruff and low. “Give me the listnow.”
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. His eyes were direct and hot on hers. He said nothing more, yet she knew he fully intended to take her list seriously.
With shaking legs, she crossed to where she’d left her purse, pulled out her phone, tapped in the code, and pulled up the list in her notes app. She glanced at the naughty list she had memorized, felt a belated blush over sharing it, but before she could change her mind, he snatched the phone from her hands.
“Hey!” she exclaimed.
He didn’t respond. Instead his brows drew down as he read for what felt like forever. Finally he lifted his head. “What the fu—”
“Forget it!” She yanked the phone from his hands and stuffed it in her purse. “I wasn’t here.” She bolted out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door.
“Carrie, wait!”
She glanced over her shoulder. Omigod, he was chasing her! In his boxers! He was nuts!
Her fight or flight kicked in and she flew, her legs pumping hard down the sidewalk and then suddenly she was airborne, tossed up and over one large shoulder. The primal hold told her everything she needed to know as he carried her back inside—
She was in trouble.
