Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,26

a real relationship, and I wanted that with you, and that…shit, it scared the hell out of me… You scared the hell out of me. The idea of messing up and hurting you? I couldn’t handle it.” I cupped her face. “Now finally being back in the same town as you but not being able to get close to you, it’s been torture, Bambi.”

Her lips trembled. “Jesse.”

Yep, that did it.

I slammed my mouth down on hers, sucked the plump lower one into my mouth, then slid my tongue inside her slick heat. Fuck, I’d missed this. Her hands went to my sides, and she fisted my shirt, kissing me back just as fiercely.

I wanted to bend her over the break room table and fuck her until we both passed out. But this was Lila. If I wanted her, if I wanted this to grow into more, I’d have to do something I’d never done before.

Take things slow. Find some self-control.

I sucked her lower lip one last time and lifted my head. “You’re mine now, Lila,” I said, searching her face. I was done staying away from her. So fucking done. “You understand me? No more Brooks. No one else. I didn’t like seeing him touch you. I don’t like anyone touching you. No more running from me, okay?”

“Grifter…”

“Jesse.”

I don’t know why that was so important to me, but it was. She licked her lips and I almost fell on them again. She was heaven, candy, wild dreams, epic goddamn fantasies, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Jesse,” she said softly, and my hard dick jerked behind my zipper.

“Yeah, Bambi?”

“Are you sure about this…that you really want this…with me?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“But the women you’re used to, I’m not…”

“You, Lila, are perfect.”

There was nothing I would change about her, but there was a fuck of a lot I would change about myself. Something I was highly aware of. I still had a fucked-up family. I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing with this sweet beautiful girl, or how to be someone’s boyfriend, but I wanted to learn.

For her, I wanted to learn.

I wasn’t going to tell her the main reason I’d let her go or what I’d been doing while I was away. My world was still rough, sometimes violent, that hadn’t changed. But I could shield her from it.

Telling her the truth might scare her away, and that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.

Right now, things in the club were calm. I could keep our worlds separate. I could keep her safe. I’d do anything to have her at this point. The months without her had been hell.

“You’re used to more experienced women.” She flushed darker.

“We’re gonna take this slow, okay? There’s no hurry. And when I finally get you under me, it’ll be that much sweeter.”

Her throat worked. “Are you sure about that?”

I tucked a dark lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Kind of looking forward to it, if you want the truth.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yeah, babe.”

“So we’re just going to…make out a lot, like we’re teenagers?”

I chuckled and my balls ached in protest. I ignored them. “Can’t get enough of that mouth.” I shrugged and winked. “And there’s always dry humping.”

She choked out a laugh.

And I kissed my girl again, hard and deep.

Chapter Nine

Lila

Why was I so nervous?

I’d spent time with Jesse alone before. We were having dinner, watching a movie, nothing to freak out about. I glanced around my little one-bedroom cottage and tried to imagine it through his eyes.

I cringed. My place was girly to the extreme. I liked soft colors, lots of pink, florals, and when I moved in here, I hadn’t held back. It’d been the first time I’d been able to let loose and be myself.

I imagined my tough, tattooed, biker boyfriend naked under my cream duvet cover, covered in pink cabbage roses, and flushed hot.

Boyfriend.

Is that what he was?

You’re overthinking this, Lila.

Looking down at myself, I cringed again. Was this the look I really wanted to go for? Buttoned up…covered up. I rushed to my room and shoved off my baggy sweater and pulled on a dark purple long-sleeved T-shirt with a deep V neck that looked a lot better with my black jeans.

Covering up was an old habit I slipped into sometimes. I didn’t need to hide my body anymore.

Modesty, Lila. Cover yourself.

My mother’s voice rang loud and clear through my mind.

Tie back that wild hair. Good girls don’t