The Bad Boy's Seduction (Bedding the Bad Boy Book 2) (3 page)

She scarfed down her pancakes and a third mimosa and took the liberty of asking for the check before she stood and tossed her napkin onto the couch beside Colt.

“I’ve got to hit the ladies’,” she said. “Don’t you dare pay while I’m gone. I want this to be my treat. An early going away present for you.”

He hummed non-committedly around a bite of eggs. “We’ll see when you get back.”

“I’m serious, don’t pay,” she warned, but her bladder was too full for her stay and argue. “I’ll be right back.”

She hurried to the back of the restaurant, waving hello to a few old high school friends she hadn’t had the chance to catch up with yet, but not stopping to talk. She was quickly approaching Threat Level Orange on the Have To Go scale and had never been more grateful to see a short line in the ladies’ room.

Only five minutes after taking her place at the end of the queue, she was shutting herself into the stall, reaching for her zipper and—

“Oh come on,” she muttered, pulling harder on the stuck zipper. The stupid thing had always been a little catchy, but did it really have to choose this exact moment to get stuck again?

She tugged and pulled and wrenched until her fingertips were sore, but three minutes later she still hadn’t gotten the damned thing to budge. Meanwhile, the pressure in her bladder continued to mount until she was squirming and a panicked, trapped feeling clutched at her throat.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, if she didn’t get out of her jeans in the next few minutes, she wasn’t going to be able to stem the tide.

The dam would burst, the water balloon would explode, the pot would boil over and—

Outside, someone turned the faucet on, filling the air with the sound of blasting water and sending Olivia surging straight to Code Red Immediate Evacuation Necessary.

Stifling a whimper of terror, Olivia squirmed out of the stall and bolted for the bathroom door. Speed wiggling through the restaurant, she aimed her body at the exit, ignoring the sound of Colt calling her name as she shot past him.

There was no time for good manners or explanations, there was only time for walking as fast as she could while keeping her thighs mostly clenched and praying harder than she’d prayed in years.

Just two more minutes, just two more blessed minutes.

Please God, at least let her get to her front yard and she swore she would never drink too many mimosas again.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wiggling desperately down the sidewalk, Olivia reached her front gate and shoved inside. Just a few more steps, just a few more, the end was in sight!

She burst through the front door—grateful she’d pulled a Kelly and left the dang thing open—and dash-squirmed into the kitchen. She reached the junk drawer where the scissors usually rested in a disorganized nest of other odds and ends, prepared to cut her way to freedom, only to find the scissors weren’t there.

They weren’t there!

“No!” she wailed, the sound catching in her throat as she pressed a hand between her legs and hopped away from the counter.

She had given up hope of achieving freedom before it was too late and was debating the least messy and shame-inducing place for a grown woman to have an accident, when she heard Colt call her name from outside.

Before she could shout for him to stay away, he was barreling down the hallway into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his worried gaze scanning her up and down.

“Nothing,” she sobbed, shooing frantically with her hands. “Go away.”

“Olivia, tell me what the hell is wrong or I’m—”

“I have to pee, okay!” she moaned, biting her lip as the pressure built to critical mass. “But the zipper on my jeans is stuck and now I can’t find the scissors and I’m trapped with no way out. Trapped!”

Relief flickered in his eyes and the edges of his lips curved upward, but she shut him down before he could smile.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Colton Brody,” she said, pointing a warning finger at his chest. “Or I will never forgive you. Now go away and leave me alone.”

“How about I help you instead?” He crossed the room in three large steps and reached for the close of her jeans.

Before she could tell him that his efforts were useless and no one was ever going to be able to unzip her blasted zipper, Colt had taken the top of her jeans in both of his hands and with a flex of his powerful muscles ripped the zipper open.

Ripped the zipper and the jean fabric, too, all the way down to where the seam met between her legs.

Olivia gaped up at him open-mouthed, her misery momentarily banished. “Jesus,” she muttered in a stunned whisper. “That was…pretty awesome.”

“Go to the bathroom,” Colt said, holding her gaze, that hot, simmer-y look in his eyes again. “I’ll wait here.”

She nodded dumbly, still so stunned by having her clothes ripped from her body for the first time that she made it to the bathroom with plenty of time to spare. By the time she finished, her cells were humming with happiness. She washed her hands in a relieved haze, so blissed out she wasn’t surprised to open the door to the bathroom to find Colt waiting on the other side.

She was even less surprised when he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her into the air, kissing her the way she had always imagined that Colton Brody would kiss—hot, hungry, and perfectly right.

Of course, after the sexy jean ripping, she had expected nothing less.

CHAPTER FIVE

Colton

This was a bad idea.

But damn…bad had never felt so good.

Colton’s tongue swirled against Olivia’s, tasting the sweetness of the pancakes she’d had for breakfast and an earthier flavor that was uniquely her own. She tasted like happiness, pure and simple, and by the time he’d carried her down the hall to her bedroom, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d kissed every inch of her, from her freckled nose to the toes he’d checked for frostbite the day before.

God, it was hard to believe it had only been the day before.

It felt like he had been dying to have her for ages, like there had been a Olivia-shaped phantom haunting his erotic dreams for years.

“Colt, are you sure this is what you want?” she murmured against his lips.

“Are you crazy?” He hugged her closer and she flexed the legs wrapped around his hips, bringing the crotch of her ruined jeans into closer contact with where he was rock hard. “You drive me crazy, Olivia. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

Her breath hitched as he laid her down on the rainbow bedspread. “I just want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure.” He reached down, stripping his sweater over his head before going for the white tee shirt beneath.

He would have asked if she were sure, too, but the look on her face as she watched him undress left no doubt that she wanted him. Her dark brown eyes swept up and down his frame, the hunger in them melting him from the inside out. And when she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, his pulse spiked so fast the world started to spin.

The room was a blur of light and color and then suddenly she was back in his arms, running her cool fingers from his chest to the waistband of his jeans, her lips grounding him in another soul-shattering kiss.

“I wish I could rip these off of you,” she whispered. “But I’m going to have to settle for unbuttoning.”

“Unbuttoning suits me just fine.” He sucked in a breath as she parted the front of his jeans and slipped her hand inside, caressing his length through his boxers. “Jesus, that feels good.”

Good was an understatement.

Her touch was electric, sending a sharp wave of need knifing through his midsection and spreading, hot and thick, through his core. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him ache like this so early on, with most of his clothes still on and only a few heated kisses exchanged.

He was going to have to exert every last bit of willpower to make sure things didn’t go too fast. He didn’t want fast; he wanted to savor every second of discovering Olivia for the first time. He wanted to memorize the way her breath sped as she trailed her fingertips lightly down the hard length of him and the almost pained look of desire in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to his.

“Do you know how many times I imagined touching you like this when we were in high school?” she asked, her breath warm against his mouth.

“How many?” He smoothed his hand up and under the back of her sweater, loving the way she shivered when his fingers traced the hollow of her spine.

“At least ten times a day. Every day,” she said, working his jeans down over his ass. “Sometimes, when we were watching movies at your parents’ house, I would pretend to be asleep just so it would be okay to lean over and put my head on your shoulder and have an excuse to touch you.”

His jeans slid down around his knees and his cock jutted forward, straining the fabric of his boxer shorts as he pulled Olivia in for another kiss. “And you seemed like such an innocent little thing.”

“I was.” She suckled his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make him groan before she set the captive flesh free. “But I knew what I wanted, even back then. And I certainly do now.”

“And what do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I want you,” she said, holding his gaze as her nails raked slowly down his bare shoulders. “All of you, so don’t hold back.”

“I don’t think I could, even if I tried.” He palmed her bottom in his hands, past ready for both of their jeans to be on the floor. “So one last question for the woman who knows what she wants—leg on or leg off?”

She blinked in confusion before she smiled and a flush crept across the freckled bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“No need to apologize,” he said digging his fingers into the strong muscles of her ass, bringing the heat leaping back into her eyes. “But you’d better give me an answer, or I’ll make the choice myself. I can’t wait much longer to get you out of these clothes.”

Her breath shuddered out. “Whatever you like. I want you to be comfortable, that’s all that matters to me.”

“I’m so much more than comfortable right now.” He stepped out of his shoe and right pants leg before reaching down to pop the button on his prosthetic, releasing the pin from the lock. He held her gaze as he stripped off the silicone sleeve that housed the pin. “But you’re wearing way too many clothes.”

“You’re right.” She reached down, pulling her sweater over her head.

Before it hit the floor, Colt was pushing her back onto the bed.

CHAPTER SIX

Colton

He should put a stop to this right now.

He should turn around, walk out of Olivia’s bedroom and never look back—do not pass go, do not fuck his little sister’s best friend.

Instead, Colton stripped Olivia’s ruined jeans down her legs and tossed them away, taking a moment to soak in the sight of her lying on the brightly colored quilt with her curves on display, wearing nothing but a white bra and a tiny scrap of lace between her legs.

She was so beautiful she took his breath away.

And there was no way he was leaving her bedroom anytime soon. Not until he’d had her every wicked way he’d been fantasizing about and a few more he was going to make up as they went along.

“Very different than what you were wearing the last time I saw you half naked,” he said, teasing his fingers back and forth along the waistband of her lace thong, summoning another shiver from Olivia that he knew had nothing to do with the slight chill in the room.

“Don’t tease me about my granny panties,” she said, her voice breathy.

“I’m not teasing,” he said. “I like granny panties. On you, anyway.”

“You know what kind of panties I like? Panties that are on the floor.” She lifted her hips in a clear invitation, one he chose to ignore as he lengthened himself on top of her.

Her panties were staying on and so were his boxers.

If he didn’t keep at least that much of a barrier between them, he wouldn’t be able to resist sliding inside her and he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to take his time, to drive her out of her ever-practical mind with wanting him.

Cupping her white-lace covered breasts in his hands, he bit down on the scrap of fabric between them, using his mouth to tug her bra lower on her ribs, making her gasp as the lacy fabric grazed her nipples. He glanced up to see creamy white skin and small pebbled tips the same cotton-candy pink as her lips, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She was stunning, perfect, and obviously desperate for his touch.

Her breath came faster, her breasts rising and falling as she met his gaze across the landscape of her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, bringing his mouth to hover above one nipple, circling the taut flesh with his tongue. “So beautiful.”

Olivia arched into his mouth with a moan, making it easy for him to reach behind her back and loose the hooks on her bra. As he transferred his attentions to her other breast, teasing her nipple with slow deliberate flicks of his tongue, he drew her bra straps down her arms, baring her completely to him.

Taking his time, drawing out each delicious taste, he licked and sucked and nibbled, worshipping her breasts until she squirmed beneath him and her fingernails dug into his biceps, leaving grooves behind.