Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,29

kissing you.”

“Then kiss me,” I said, voice so tight with need I barely recognized it.

He laughed, on a shaky breath. “Did you not hear what I just said, Bambi? I keep kissing you I’m gonna blow in my jeans.”

“Oh.”

He squeezed my butt again, and his big body shuddered. “Yeah, oh.”

Despite his concern over losing control, he continued to massage my ass, kind of tugging me closer, pressing his hardness against my belly.

“Talk about something unsexy,” he said roughly, still kind of grinding against me.

That I’d made him like this, so turned on, it thrilled me. “Um…I thought I’d make cupcakes tomorrow?”

“Nope,” he croaked.

“How can cupcakes be sexy?”

“I’m picturing you naked in one of those frilly aprons…yeah, spreading frosting on your nipples for me to lick off.”

I bit my lips, trying not to laugh and now even more turned on than before as well. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Woman, you have no idea.” He pressed into me again and groaned. “Quick, something else.”

“I have a bunch of books to re-shelve tomorrow? Since people are reading more with the colder weather.”

He shuddered and whimpered.

“What? Seriously? Putting away books is turning you on?”

His eyes locked on mine. “Everything you do is sexy. And considering you put away books in those tight fucking skirts, and how many times I’ve thought about you bending over and…” His nostrils flared.

“And?”

He shook his head.

I wanted to know what he was thinking. I liked hearing how hot I made him, his dirty fantasies about me. “Tell me, and who knows, one day I might make it a reality.” I couldn’t believe I’d said it out loud.

His fingers dug deeper into my ass and his eyes narrowed. “You’re not playing fair, Bambi.”

I don’t know where my confidence suddenly came from. Maybe it was knowing just how much he wanted me. It was heady. I pressed my lips to his. “Come on, tell me,” I said against them.

He growled and chased my mouth. I pulled back and shook my head. “No more kisses until you finish what you were going to say.”

“I thought you were a nice girl.”

My parents had tried their hardest to make sure that’s exactly what I was. I’d been playing the part so long I’d started to believe it myself. I didn’t want to be a nice girl…a good girl, not anymore. “Looks can be deceiving.”

His eyes were glittering. He was enjoying this as much as me.

“Okay,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper. It made everything even more intimate. “You’re putting books away when I come in, so I come up behind you, walk you to one of those tables people sit at, and ease that tight little skirt up your thighs.”

I squeezed my legs together. “And then what?”

His eyes were dark and hungry, heavy with lust. “I drop to my knees behind you and tug your panties down.”

I was shaking now, my breathing coming in agitated pants. “And then?”

“You bend over for me, and I get you to spread nice and wide…then finally, I lean in and taste your pussy.”

My inner muscles clenched and there was no holding back my whimper.

We stared at each other, both breathing hard.

My phone rang and I nearly fell off the couch.

Jesse stopped me with a strong hand to my back, and sat us both up. “Get your phone. I gotta use the can.”

He headed for the bathroom and I tried to gather my thoughts as I checked my phone.

Mom.

I sucked in a painful breath. She hadn’t spoken to me for months and she calls now? It’s like she had some kind of sixth sense, that she knew I was doing something she wouldn’t approve of and was determined to ruin it. If that wasn’t a bucket of ice down my pants, I didn’t know what was.

The little girl in me wanted to answer and beg her forgiveness. Even though I’d done nothing wrong.

I missed my parents, but I wasn’t ready to talk to them. Not yet. I wanted them to accept me for who I was, even if I was still figuring that out myself. To at least try and understand why I’d moved away. And to be okay with me living my own life.

But most of all, I needed them to say they’d made a mistake with me and Kate, that they loved us no matter what. They weren’t there yet. They might never get there. And I wouldn’t listen to my mom spreading her poison while I waited for something that might never happen.

I just couldn’t