Page 43 of Badd Ass

He was fully and magnificently hard by then.

“That sucks,” I said. “She sounds like she was a bitch.”

He shrugged. “It was a learning lesson.”

“What lesson did you learn?”

“That dating sucks, and don’t trust anyone.”

I turned my attention to my hand gliding along his length. “And now?”

He watched me touch him. “Now? I mean, nothing I’ve ever seen has convinced me otherwise.” He hesitated. “Until Bast met Dru, at least. And now…you.”

“And now me, what?”

“I mean, we’re not really dating, but you…you’re starting to make me think maybe if the right person comes along, dating could be all right, and that it might not be so bad to try and trust someone.”

When he saidwe’re not really dating, I felt a pang of pain. But he was right. By my own suggestion, this wasn’t really dating. What we were doing had a built-in shelf life. I wasn’t sure there was a term or a box for what we had—more than a one-night stand, but less than a relationship.

“The right person, huh?” I asked, hoping to disguise the sudden flux of disappointment I was feeling, which was stupid, because he was right and there was no reason I should feel disappointed, but I did, and I couldn’t deny it, only ignore it and hope he didn’t notice and that it went away.

“The right person,” he echoed. “She’d have to be really special, though.” His hand drifted down, down, found my legs parted just enough to allow him access.

“Special?”

“Yeah. They’d have to be particularly gorgeous.”

“Obviously.”

“And I mean, I have to admit I’m partial to blondes.” His fingertip found my clit, and I wiggled, stifling a gasp.

“Go on,” I said, twisting and squeezing my fist around the broad, springy head of his cock.

“And green eyes. There’s something about that combination that just…gets me, you know?” He nudged me and I rolled to my back, spreading my thighs to let him touch me, keeping my stroking, twisting grip on his cock going slow and steady as he levered over me, murmuring down to me. “I mean, her hair has to be a very specific shade of honey and wheat and late afternoon sunlight, and her eyes have to be the green of really lush, healthy grass.”

God, my heart. What was my heart doing? His words were like bullets hitting a bull’s eye, each one thunking into my heart.

I lifted my unoccupied hand and twisted a lock of my hair, going along with his game, pretending to be unaffected by his touch or his words. “Huh. Would you look at this?Myhair is kinda that color.”

He nodded. “I’ve noticed. But there are a few other stipulations.”

“Like what?” I asked, going breathless now as his touch skillfully brought heat and pressure and pleasure building up inside me.

“She has to have the body of a goddess. Her tits have to be just the right size, you know, full and round, and just…perfect. That’s very hard to find, naturally perfect breasts.” He cupped a breast as he said this, then leaned down and flicked his tongue over my nipple. “Almost as hard to find as a perfect ass. Heart-shaped, and juicy but firm. The kind of ass that you just can’t keep your hands off of.”

I rolled toward him, grabbed his wrist, and guided his hand to my butt. “Like this one?”

“Exactly like this one.” He paused to breathe and gather his thoughts, groaning low as I continued to stroke and fondle and caress him, and then continued, acting unaffected. “But she’s got to have more than just a perfect body, though.”

“Do tell.”

“She’s got to be strong; she’s got to have a personality that can match mine. I can be hard to handle, hard to deal with. She’d have to understand what it means to know that I’ve seen combat.” He had me writhing and gasping, and I knew he was feeling the urgency in my touch too, but neither of us was willing to break first. “She’s got to be funny, and smart, and easy to be around.”

“That’s a tall order, Mr. Badd,” I said, and then managed a saucy grin, giving his cock a squeeze. “You might be interested to note that I happen to find you rather pleasant to…handle.”

“Thatisinteresting,” he mused. “There’s one other thing, though, one last requirement.” He punctuated this by slipping two fingers into me and unerringly finding my G-spot.

“What’s that?” I was going to be the one to break the game, to give away the need.