Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(59)

He began moving, his strokes long and slow. Her desire built with each thrust, her body winding tighter and tighter.

Unbelievably tighter.

She said his name on a sigh and held on.

“Have you ever come like this, Ace?” he panted, sliding into her again.

“I… I don’t think so.”

“Open your eyes.”

She did, seeing the unmistakably cocksure tilt gracing his lips. He lowered onto an elbow, sifted his fingers into her hair, and anchored his other palm onto the arm of the couch. “Hang on, sweetheart. ’Cause you’re about to.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Feeding her fingers into his hair, she hung on as he ratcheted his speed up, up, up, until the friction and sweat from their bodies had her eyes shutting in ecstasy.

Every long, wet pound hit her deep in her core. This was going to be a big one, she could tell.

Harder and faster, he slammed into her while she squirmed beneath him, her voice strained and tight as she made a series of nonsensical sounds.

“That’s it, Ace,” he said between expelled breaths. “Let go, baby.”

She obeyed, exploding on a cry of release, her hands clawing at his scalp as he continued thrusting—mercilessly, and without pausing to give her a prayer of recovering. Her orgasm stretched out on waves, coming at her until her shouts had waned to nothing more than exhausted, muffled mewls.

Sweat tracked down her temple, her body damp with it, and he continued moving. Finally, he claimed his own release on a long, low breath. He dropped down on top of her and blew out an Uhhh, followed by a wheezy laugh.

A laugh? Oh, no.

She felt her entire body grow rigid as she snapped out of whatever post-coital bliss she’d been about to slip into. Taking her hands from his hair, she tried to pull them to her body but he let her do no such thing.

He was in the way. Inside her, pinning her down with his weight. There was no way to curl away from him. To curl into herself.

“Enjoy it. Stop fussing.”

She ignored him and fussed.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Since she figured this discussion would continue until she told him anyway, she told him. “You laughed. Was it… not okay for you?”

The frown eased into a look of satisfaction, his eyebrows returning to their neutral, unconcerned homes. “Charlie,” he said gently. Too gently.

Oh no.

“It’s okay if it wasn’t… okay… for you.” Ugh. There was no easy way to say this. She’d just have to say it. “If you want me to do something differently next time, I want to know so I can please you.”

“Ace.”

“For however long this lasts.”

“Ace.”

The firmness in his voice made her clamp her lips together and listen.

“I swear to you, I’m going to find Russell and put one dent in his fancy-ass car for every wrong thing he said to you to make you this insecure.”

She winced. Not for worry over Russell’s stupid Escalade, but because she didn’t like Evan seeing her insecurity so clearly.

“I’m sweating,” he said. “Out of breath. Damn near cracked a tooth trying to hold on ’til you stopped coming.”

She blinked at him.

With a kiss to her lips, and a forward thrust that had him pushing deep inside her again, he kept talking. “Wanna know what it feels like to be embedded deep inside you, Ace?”

The breath leaving her lips stuttered out, uneven.

“It’s hot.” He licked her ear and nipped.

She squirmed.

Another thrust. “It’s wet.”

Her arms loosened, one hand returning lazily to his hair.

“You pumping around me, clamping down over and over and over. So tight, had to concentrate to hold off.”

She curled her fingers into his hair. “But you did.”

“Yeah, Ace. I did,” he whispered.

He kissed her for a long time, before pulling out of her body. When he did, he stood, held out a hand, and tugged her down the hallway.

In the bathroom, he disposed of the condom and turned on the shower. Sticking a hand through the gap in the curtain, he tested the water temperature while watching her. She’d leaned against the sink, naked as the day was long, trying really, really hard not to cover herself.

He grinned.

“What?” She wasn’t the least bit miffed but pretended to be.

“You said ‘next time.’ ”

She felt her cheeks go warm.

“Gotta tell you, glad there’s going to be a next time.”

Her cheeks went warmer. She was glad, too. Especially now that she knew she’d pleased him.

He shook his head gently.

“What now?” she asked with a smile of her own.

“Gonna show you.”

She had to incline her head to look at his face, since she’d been taking a long gander at his nude body. “Show me what?”

Wolfish was the only way to describe his expression.

“Everything you let me. Repeatedly. Until you know, without a doubt, how amazing you are.”

Before she could recover from that coherent and completely flustering statement, he took her hand, kissed her palm, and shoved them both under the spray. After they made out for many luxurious minutes under the hot water, he pressed his body to hers.