Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2)(57)

He freed her gorgeous breasts, peach with pink tips—reminding him of the fancy desserts served at the snooty parties in the Hamptons. Raspberries on sorbet. He wasted no time taking a taste. Suckling one while he thumbed the other. She arched against him, riding his hard-on and making him grunt.

Self-control has left the building.

Reluctantly, but before he went too far and couldn’t think at all, he pulled his mouth off her delectable body and cursed under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were wide, her palms resting on his shoulders, those perfectly delicious breasts in his face. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was wrong with half-naked Scampi straddling his johnson.

Unless they wanted to go further.

“Sweetheart.” He shook his head and tore his eyes away from her chest to look into her eyes. “No condoms.”

The way her shoulders sank told him she hadn’t planned ahead, either. “I didn’t decide about us until I saw you outside earlier.” Looking slightly guilty, she added, “You’re sexy when you’re sweaty.”

He dropped his forehead between her breasts and let out a dry chuckle. Her fingertips slipped into the back of his hair, her touch making him tingle from scalp to balls. It was the best feeling of his life. Cruel because he couldn’t act on it, but awesome all the same.

“Ironically,” he said, “I’m relieved you don’t have a huge stash of rubbers to pull from.”

“Excuse me.” She gave his hair a sharp yank and drew his face back so he was looking up at her. “I believe of the two of us, you are the one who has round-the-clock care for your privates.”

He felt his lips curve. He liked her feisty. Cupping her ass with both hands, he stood, lifting her as he did. A narrow table stood behind the sofa in front of the fireplace he’d been repairing. He carried her there while she held on to his shoulders, plopping her down on the surface.

“You flatter me with how much you think I get laid,” he told her.

If she only knew.

She peeled his T-shirt over his chest, which was as high as her arms went. He helped her, taking his shirt the rest of the way off. When his chest was bared, her lips landed on his ribs, her tongue darting out and wetting his skin.

His hand went to her hair as her mouth moved on his body. He forced a breath between his teeth.

“We can do other condom-less things,” she suggested, sucking his skin as her lips moved across his chest. Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his jeans, her tongue mimicking the motion she had in mind. His hips thrust forward involuntarily.

It took a dose of superhuman strength, but he managed to reroute her lips to his.

“Nope, that’s not on the docket, babe.” He kissed her lips, her throat, and down to her bare chest. Her bra, open, still hung on her shoulders. He tossed it aside.

“Why not?”

Because I’ll come like a freight train and pass out instantly.

“Because I said so.”

“I need to know…” She sighed as he pulled a nipple into his mouth again. “For safety reasons…” Her breath stuttered from her lips; losing control already. “How many since me?”

He pushed his hand between her legs, parting her pants-covered thighs. She grasped his face, he thought to guide him, until she yanked his head up, robbing him of the breast he was happily working.

“Donny,” she said, her face serious.

Too serious.

Resting his hand on her thigh, he watched her gorgeous mouth form two words, and that’s when he knew he was screwed.

And not in the fun way.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN




Ballpark me.”

He felt his eyelids narrow as he took her in. She was asking this… why?

“Important all of a sudden,” he grumbled.

Her lips went tight.

He guessed she was asking because there were no condoms, and she wanted to play without one. That thought made him hard in an instant—could split a tree with the erection raging in his pants—but the risk was too great to get her pregnant.

“I’m on the pill.”

Correction: now he could split a tree with the erection in his pants.

“And I can promise you, uh…” Her gaze skittered around the room before she met his eyes. “I’m clean. Are you?”

In that manner? Squeaky.

“I’d trust you if you said you were,” she said. “You wouldn’t lie to me about that, right?”

He wouldn’t lie.

“I was also curious… wondering who I’ve been measuring up to since then.” She shrugged, her luscious breasts rising and falling with the movement. “That’s fair, right?”

“Clean, Scampi.” He stroked her ribs with his thumbs, wanting to kiss her again and abandon this conversation entirely. “Could eat off me.”

Her cheeks colored and a small smile found her face. But she wasn’t done yet.

“I’ve had four lovers since you, bringing my grand total to five.” She held up her hand in front of his face and wiggled her fingers. “Lame, I know. But that’s the truth.”

Silence ate into the conversation. Her brows lifted as she waited.

He sighed, straightened some. “Zero or one hundred, Scampi, what’s it matter?”