Page 2 of Badd Ass
Sigh.
Fine. Time to go.
The doorknob didn’t squeak when I turned it, which was helpful, and nor did the hinges. A few quiet, careful, tiptoed steps and I was out of his bedroom without looking back or getting sucked back in by his goddamn ridiculous body and face and dick.
Damn it, damn it, damn it—stop thinking about his penis!
That was hard, though, because his dick was just so damn pretty. And that penis pun was unintentional, FYI.
I literally palm-slapped my forehead in a futile attempt to dislodge all thoughts, puns, and images of Zane’s cock, hard or otherwise.
The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. Coming from the kitchen, however, was an aroma that made it nearly impossible to keep walking: the smell of brewing coffee.
Damn it. Don’t stop to steal a cup; don’t stop to steal even a sniff.
I paused at the door, which would lead me down into the bar, longingly inhaling the scent of coffee.
“Thought you could just sneak out, huh?” a deep, gruff, sleepy voice murmured behind me.
I was proud of myself for not jumping, even though he’d come up behind me without so much as a sound. “Yeah, that was the general idea.”
“What about a goodbye kiss?”
I refused to turn around. “Not a chance.”
“Goodbye fuck?”
“Nope.” Steady on, Mara—stick to your guns.
“How about a goodbye blow job?” His voice was close to my ear, buzzing, rumbling, amused. Teasing, mostly, but also partially hopeful—you know how guys are about that, laughingly suggesting a BJ as a joke, but also hoping just maybe it’d actually happen.
“Let me think…no.” I twisted the knob. “Bye, Zane. It was amazing.”
“You know what was amazing?” he asked, his hands settling on my hips. “Watching you trying to get into those jeans.”
I whirled, pressing my back to the door in an attempt to get away from the heat and thrill of his proximity. “You were watching?”
“Navy SEAL, remember? I sleep light and wake easy.” He gestured at the coffee pot on the counter a few feet away, behind us. “Plus, I wake at four regardless.”
“I wondered about the coffee,” I said.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me. He was naked. Andhard. Like, hard enough to hammer nails.
He saw me looking, and smirked. “So. We’ve ruled out goodbye kisses, fucks, and BJs…how about some goodbye coffee?”
“Will you be wearing pants?”
“Probably not. I like forcing you to look at what you’re walking away from.”
“Then no goodbye coffee.” I frowned at him. “And you have a pretty high opinion of your cock—and my attraction to it—don’t you?”
He shrugged. “Can you tell me it’s misplaced?”
I couldn’t, actually, but I’d be damned if I’d admit that. “Bye, Zane.” I turned back to the door, my hand on the knob.
He sighed in irritation, and let me get the door pulled open before he grabbed me by the wrist, yanked me back, spun me around, kicked the door closed, and pressed me back up against it.
His face was right in mine, his breath on my lips, his hands on my hips.