Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance (18 page)

He undid her ponytail and brushed her hair from her face. The action felt oddly intimate, yet his touch wiped away any lingering resistance to his unauthorized caress. For Bonnie, sex involved placing a certain among of trust in her partner.

She never trusted Chad. She hardly knew him. But that didn't matter because the way he touched her, made love to her, made her feel like he didn’t want anyone else in the world to be in his arms. She felt needed. No one ever expressed such hungry need for her. It was beyond lust.

Bonnie's heart began to drum in her ears. The rational part of her mind told her he was just a bad habit, a bad habit that now ran his hand down the side of her dress. However, the evening had fostered a growing sense of trust in Chad. He’d managed to break barriers and present himself in a different light.

“Chad, I—” Bonnie said. His hand grazed her collarbone; it was too late to feel bad about the little gasps she released. She felt his breath on her neck; it moved to her skin, close to where her shoulder and neck met. He pressed a kiss there.

“I can be civil,” he said. “I can show restraint. Don't you trust me?”

“No.” Steadying her voice, closing her eyes, and rolling them back into her head, she parted her lips. “And I don't trust myself.”

“Then I'll definitely be happy to put you in the driver’s seat.” He slowly began lifting her dress and running his finger along the inside of her thigh. “Come on, tell me what you want.”

“Chad—”Bonnie couldn’t even finish her half-hearted protest. His fingers reached the small crease between her inner thighs. He drew her panties down.

“Want me to go further?” He murmured. “Or, do you want me to stop?” He traced his fingers along her inner lips. She tensed.

“No,” she said, her feeble protest barely audible.

“No?” Chad confirmed.

“Don't stop,” Bonnie said. Whisking her away from the restaurant, ushering her to his submerged world, even the appearance of the shark, an almost-extraordinary sighting, left her spellbound. It felt like he'd cast a spell over her.

“You taste sweet,” he said. He turned her to face him, then kissed her. Running one hand through her hair and the other between her thighs, his lips sought her.

As soon as their lips met, Bonnie realized she'd been wrong all along. She thought she didn’t trust him and that their relationship was based on lust, with the small promise of something more. How completely, utterly wrong she’d been. In that crucial moment when their lips touched, she realized an undeniable truth.

She needed him in her life…

He affirmed her desire to experience the heights of ecstasy, to be wild and sexually free. Whenever he took her breath away or unleashed a blinding orgasm from inside her, it was as if she were alive, for the first time. But what did Chad need? Why did he continue to play this game? Bonnie wanted to know.

He traced her lips with his tongue, kissing her passionately, delving deeply inside her mouth with the same tongue he used to drive her insane weeks ago. Only now, it examined the silken contours of her mouth, giving her a taste of the sweet, heady aroma of wine. But it was the expression of controlled pleasure on his face that truly intoxicated her.

He ran his hands aggressively down her back and pulled her tight against his growing hardness; she put her hands on his chest. He stopped. The effort to hold back apparent— his jaw set and his eyes focused on her with such intensity.

“Why can't I stop wanting you?” Bonnie asked. “You're always in my head.” The lust that addled her mind was the exact same longing she witnessed in his tensed expression. They both suffered from their dependency on each other. It threatened their careers. It threatened the very notion of who they were. Who the world thought they were.

Feeling her hands slide up his chest, a sensation of heat surged in Chad's stomach.

“I can't forget the way you looked when I first touched you.” He groaned with satisfaction, and moved his hands from her ass to her back and stared into her eyes.

She pulled him down to her. His mouth crashed down upon hers, a hot, perfect kiss. Bonnie's inner thighs ached for his gorgeous lips again. The image invaded her instantly, and she imagined him going down on her that night. The thought scared the hell out of her and if she weren't wrapped so tightly in his arms, she might have backed away from him.”

But he seemed to read her mind when he said: “God, I can’t wait for you to ride my face.”

“Stop, Chad. I don't think I can take anymore,” Bonnie said, her lips still tingling from his ravaging kiss. She needed to recover. She tried to think of a retort, but her head buzzed with excitement. The damage was done. She was wrecked. Utterly wrecked.

“You won't be saying
stop
when I eat you like a starving man.” Chad kissed her neck. “I'll hold your hips tight, babe and taste you as you ride my tongue.”

Bonnie struggled to catch her breath. She couldn't even remember the taste of her champagne and wine. Her mouth was as dry as a desert.

“You want this, don’t you?” Chad's voice ruled her senses.

No
. “I-l…we can’t,” Bonnie said, aware of him closing in for another kiss.

“One last time, say you want me.” He was like a typhoon, making her hot and wet.

“It's wrong, you're wrong for me.” Bonnie said. Knowing how delicious he was, knowing he'd give her what no other man could, he'd give her what she craved. The telltale heat of lust rose inside her.
One last time, he's hand in my hair, my name on his delicious lips, I want to feel—stop!

“Chad—

“You won't regret it. It’ll be our last time together. It won't change a thing.”

Bonnie knew how amazing it would feel. One last time wouldn’t hurt, would it? She just had to let it happen, let their bodies take charge. Then she would be free of him.

Okay.

“I promise,” Chad said. He scorched her skin with his breath and and sealed his promise with a kiss.

Chapter Fifteen

Every pump of her heart fogged her brain. Bonnie sat looking at the door like an idiot. She was in the bedroom on a large bed in
Hotel DeMarco
. She had little time to take in her surroundings before Chad pressed against her. She leaned her head back and arched up into him. His stubbled face buried between her neck and shoulders, licking, biting and teasing her soft, fragrant skin. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. She wore nothing except her shoes.

She smelled the richly, manly musk of his skin. Earthy, edible, masculine—his delicious scent piqued her lust. Feverish, consumed by need, she expelling a moan, pushed his large shoulders to the bed, forcing him to lie back, so she could mount him. Although Chad needed no encouragement at all.

“Let me taste it,” he growled. His eyes were hazy with lust, his voice powerful, demanding. He hauled her towards him, and pressing kisses up her belly, he dipped his tongue into her navel before working his way up to her breasts. “Put your pussy in my face.”

Bonnie blushed. Leaning into him, she clawed her fingers through his hair, positioned her legs on either side of his torso, and rested her cheek on his head.

Wrapping his arms around her, he licked each of her nipples, sucking them gently, then he lowered himself and hauled her up until her hips were past his head. Her thighs closed around him, straddling him, framing his head with her hands for balance.

He caressed the gentle slopes of her breasts; when his hands grasped her aching nipples, they beaded with contact and heat quickly pooled between her legs.

“Give it to me, Bonnie,” he said.

And then his lips were on her, his tongue speared the seams of her lips, sending searing pleasure through her. She felt his stubbled cheeks scrape her thighs. A slow clenching began at her lower abdomen. Bonnie peered down to see his eyes shimmering with heat. His face flushed.

Bonnie let out a painful sounding cry. She held his hands, which were clutching her breasts. Smothering his face, she began to rock back and forth, barely maintaining control.

Tasting her, breathing her scent, Chad's cock hardened to the point of sheer agony. Blissful anguish carrying with it the possibility that he might explode if she came in his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Chad,” she whispered, as he thrusted his tongue through her damp lips. As she gyrated, he clasped his hands around her hips and then grabbed her cheeks firmly to steady her. With each lick he increased the pace, slow at first, then faster. She rode him harder and harder.

Peering down, she saw it in his eyes, he wanted to taste every bit of her. Lust glittered in her eyes before she closed them, while a violent climax threatened to boil over. Pursing her lips, her stifled wail simmered to a whimper.

Seeing her half-lidded eyes right before she closed them and tilted her head upwards drove Chad crazy. A deep feral groan emerged from his throat. The lightning flicks of his tongue over her clit sparked an electric jolt through her entrance, and her body strained, tightened with every stroke. Her orgasm swelled and she was desperate for release.

He seemed to know her body better than she did.

Tilting her head heavenward, she felt his expert tongue stirring her into a frenzy, driving her to absolute madness. Her breath became shorter and shorter. “Chad, Chad, Chad!” Before she could say another word, Chad ceased what he was doing. Bonnie's eyes snapped open, and she gazed down at him.

“Say my name…”

“What?” Bonnie asked, barely comprehending him.

“Mr. Steel,” Chad said with a grin.

“Don't boss me—”

Two, slow, drawn out tortuous licks over her sensitive clit interrupted her and tore her in two. A shrill cry ripped through her body and pierced the room. She reached climax.

“Oh god, Mr. Steel,” she said as her hips pumped on his hungry mouth. Losing control, her rhythm became erratic. She gripped, white-knuckled, on the sheets. Her orgasm was overwhelming. She collapsed, face first, muffling herself in a pillow. Bonnie's body went limp while Chad applied tender kisses to her stomach.

Lifting her head and lowering her thighs from his head, she looked down on his glazed face, into gray eyes and a cheeky smile. She returned his smile. Whereas normally, it wracked her nerves, his impulse to smile was inexplicably attractive and infectious, provoking her to kiss him.

Cupping the back of his head, leaning in and planting a kiss on his mouth, Bonnie laid on his powerful chest and felt tranquil as his strong arms braced her. Her desire to rest in his arms was vying with her craving to feel him inside her.

He reached down and touched her ankles, his fingers touching her shoes. “Still wearing them? Good.”

“Jesus, Chad. That was fucking amazing,” Bonnie said as her eyes trailed his body.

He pulled a condom packet from beneath the pillow. However, Bonnie grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“I want to feel you inside me. Flesh to flesh,” she said.

Smiling, he hooked her by the hips, rose to his feet and stood off the bed. Taking her lips into his, pushing his tongue into her sweet mouth, they engaged in a breathy kiss.

“This is your night,” Chad said. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you inside me. One last time,” Bonnie said, breathing heavily. They gave each other a final look. Bonnie should have hated her body for wanting him so fiercely, but for once she was absolutely in tune with her longing for Chad.

He set her down on the bed, and gently spread her legs, teasing his tip up and down her nether lips. He used his erection to coax forth more wetness, getting her slick for penetration.

“Fuck me, Mr. Steel,” Bonnie said. She lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders.

“Good. Now, get ready.” Slowly shoving his pelvis forward, his hot, thick flesh slid into her and took what it so desperately wanted. He made a sound of bone-deep satisfaction.

“Oh yes.” Bonnie's murmur was followed by a sharp intake of breath. She took his strokes with a selfish pleasure. “Fuck me,” she repeatedly cried.

He locked his strong arms around her quivering thighs and pushed his entire length to the hilt. Although the sensation of his full entry was intense, it wasn’t violent or rapid. His thrusts came slow, deeper, deeper until her body tightened around him possessively.

The rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against the curve of her buttocks echoed through her body; she let the sensations of friction, heat, pleasure, and need roll and crash over her.