Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2)(69)

Donny stood sentry in front of the bed, anger rolling off him in waves, yet he still managed to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. No one wore dark and dangerous quite the way he did.

He jerked his chin toward the bed. “Get in. And take off your clothes.”

“No.”

One of his eyes twitched. “You don’t get in that bed, Scampi, I swear…”

What. Ever.

Huffing, she crossed her arms. “You listen to me, Donovan Pate—”

“Bed.” He pointed. “Now.”

Her hands went to her hips, brushing over her skirt. The prim and proper blouse she’d chosen slinked over her body, turning her on. Or maybe it was the demanding man ordering her around who was turning her on.

Swallowing thickly, she tried to sound angry but her voice held a tremor of excitement she hoped he didn’t hear. “And if I don’t obey… What are you going to do, spank me?”

“Never,” he growled.

It took her a second to get why that one word was lined with disgust… then she did get it. Of course he’d never.

His eyes went to her necklace. “Leave the jewelry on.”

Her argument wasn’t an argument at all, instead two weakly spoken words. “Excuse me?”

His lips twitched, the anger fizzling out of his expression. “Maybe I should get your shoes.”

“Donny!”

He fingered the small plastic tab of the zipper on the side of her skirt.

“You said you would drive me home.” But she didn’t want to go home anymore. Weak. So weak.

A thin zip! sounded as he undid her skirt in one swipe.

“I will.”

“I… I can’t stay,” she reiterated, in case he tried to talk her out of leaving. She was overwhelmed. Her heart… her head. So overwhelmed.

“You want to.”

She did. If she were being honest with herself, she wanted to stay. Her hands came up, trickled down his shirt, across his firm chest, and over the bumps of his abs. “I can’t.”

“You’re staying.”

“Shouldn’t we—”

Donovan’s lips slammed over hers.

“You can’t take it back,” he said when he tore his mouth away.

Her fingers had tightened into fists, clasping his shirt, holding him to her. The man could kiss.

“Take what back?” she breathed, feeling the flush of her cheeks.

“Your body. Mine.”

He pushed her skirt past her hips, his hands curving over her bare thighs, then traveling beneath her silky blouse and brushing the skin at her waist.

“I can take it back.” Her argument was as thin as her last breath.

“Yeah. You can.” He flattened his palms against her bare back and pulled her against his hard-on. “But don’t.”

He was asking. Asking her not to leave him. Asking her to stay with him. How could she refuse? This close to him, his hands on her, she couldn’t refuse him. And she didn’t want to.

His hands left her skin to undo one of the buttons of her blouse, then he palmed her jaw and said, “Continue.”

She licked her lips and slipped the next button out of the hole, her own hands shaking with excitement.

He kissed her cheek and whispered against her temple, his voice low. “Another.”

She continued to strip, earning a kiss after each one. When she ran out of buttons, he instructed, “Take it off.”

The silk brushed her upper arms, coating her body in a layer of goose bumps. Shirt off, she stood in the center of the bedroom in a snow-white bra and matching high-cut panties.

His gaze danced over her skin, taking in every inch of her while she nervously chewed her lip. He met her eyes. Something reverent crossed his face.

“Scampi.”

Exposed. She was so exposed. She balled her fists at her sides.

He grinned, a wide, genuine, gorgeous grin.

“Stay the night with me.”

Her heart thudded. Blood rushed through her veins. She wanted to stay. So, so much. Rather than argue or try to be rational, she gave into the promise of his wicked grin.

“Okay.”





CHAPTER TWENTY




Hallelujah. Donovan had never considered himself a religious man, but hearing Sofie agree to stay made him believe in the Almighty.

Scampi looked like an angel, reddish-brown waves whirling around soft shoulders, powder-white panties and bra making her appear pure and beautiful. Her simple answer of “okay” had granted his wish: time to explore every last inch of her. The way he’d wanted since he first saw her in her shop on Endless Avenue.

They stood in front of the bed, but before he threw her onto it, his hands went to her round, plush bottom. “I love your ass.”

“So I’ve gathered,” she said, her dry tone suggesting she didn’t love his attention on this part of her anatomy.

Too bad.

He pulled her close. “I’d like to bend you over, see these cheeks in the air in front of me. You’d better get used to the idea of me looking at it.”

He wanted her that way. Wanted those contours and curves bouncing off his hips while he drove deep. His dick gave an insistent pulse.

Her smile was shy. “I don’t think so, buddy.”