Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(101)

She looped her arms around his neck and in the pale light he saw her grin to beat all. The grin usually reserved for coworkers other than him. The grin he’d wanted turned in his direction for months. Now he had it. Full force. It made him want her more, and he hadn’t thought that was possible.

In the library doorway, he paused. “Couch or rug?”

She’d been twirling the back of his long hair with her fingers, but they stopped moving. Her eyes widened. She blinked. Stunned speechless, he’d guess. Scampi wasn’t one of the slutty girls he normally took home for a night. And he guessed “making out” had been the extent of her Christmas party plans.

Well, he had other plans. To get her to say yes, he’d have to lay it on thick.

He softened his voice. “Scampi, baby.”

Her fingers flinched against his head. In the pale light, her eyes grew warm. There was something about being underneath the gaze of someone who cared that made him simultaneously panicked and horny. He swallowed thickly and asked the question he had to ask if he hoped to get what he wanted tonight.

“Where do you want to make love?” He nearly gagged on the words. Make love. Good God.

But it worked. Her entire face melted into an expression that told him he’d broken through her defenses. She was sober, so no worries there. He’d taken her warm, practically full beer bottle away from her at the bar tonight and that’d been an hour ago. Now there was only one thing left. Getting her to agree.

“I dreamed this.” She tightened her hold on his neck, lowered her face, and kissed him so softly, so gently, that something in him recoiled.

She’s sweet. Too sweet.

As her lips moved on his, he silently argued with himself. He hadn’t had a lot of sweet in his life, but maybe he deserved some. Especially after a week that couldn’t get any worse. Scampi’s own brand of sweet was exactly what he needed.

“Your call.” The oddest tension strained his voice. He squeezed his hands around her butt to ground himself. You deserve some sweet. And she was a whole lot of sweet.

She kissed him again, this time not as soft, her tongue darting into his mouth and stroking his. It startled him so much, he had to tighten his arms so he didn’t drop her.

When she pulled away, she clutched onto his head and whispered, “Couch.”

Music to his ears.

“Is that a yes?” He felt his lips curve upward. Another smile. Unbelievable.

She smiled back. “Yes.”

Angels began to sing.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, then wasted no time laying her flat on her back.


*


Donny slid inside her all the way and Sofie welded her back teeth together and focused on keeping her facial expressions neutral.

Who knew losing her virginity would be so painful?

That’s what you get for keeping it sealed up for twenty-one years…

Twenty-one long years of waiting for the right person. Donny Pate, in spite of being the last person she imagined might sleep with her, was the one doing the honors. She’d never, ever felt this sort of attraction to anyone else.

He was incredibly hot.

But hotness wasn’t the only thing that drew her to him. It was that darkness he presented to everyone. The scowl that was its own KEEP AWAY sign. Almost everyone at work heeded the warning, save for a few girls who strode right through the barbed wire with eyes wide open. For Sofie, the attraction to Donny had been less about the challenge of bedding a bad boy. It was his darkness, a quiet sadness that drew her in. She remembered vividly when she’d seen him smile for the first time. It transformed his entire face. The flicker of light in his eyes, the curve of his lips above that steely jaw… She’d vowed that day to make him smile more.

“Scampi,” he breathed now, stroking into her for the third time. She unscrunched her eyes to take him in. Long, ink-black hair hung over his cheeks, shadowing beautiful crystalline eyes. She didn’t need to see them to know his silver-blue eyes looked like the winter skies. Pale against his skin and dark hair, those eyes trained on her had frozen her where she stood more than once.

Each and every inch of his lean, tall frame was in proportion, sinew and muscle that wasn’t bulky, but definitely hard, corded. And tonight she was lucky enough to have every inch of his amazing body against her and quite a few inches nestled inside her.

Like she’d dreamed.

A grunt, followed by muffled curse words she couldn’t make out, preceded him blowing out a long breath that ruffled the hair on her forehead. “Okay,” he said, his voice rough. Not a question, but he didn’t move, almost waiting for her to answer.

Gripping his neck, she lifted her hips, felt the sharp pinch again, the throb of his penis against her inner walls. She moved her palms from his neck to shoulders, then ran them down his hard male chest. God. He was beautiful.

“I’m okay,” she said, canting her hips.

His face contorted almost painfully before something flashed in his eyes, and he slid into her again. One smooth, delicious slide that filled her completely. A gasp escaped her lips and as he moved gently, the pain receded. Her eyes fluttered closed.

This. This was like nothing she’d dreamed. It felt a hundred times better than when they’d started and a million times better than she’d imagined. Donny’s hands moved to the side of her head where he pushed her long hair away from her face and lowered his lips.