Page 44 of Badd Ass

“She has to be ananimalin bed. She’s got to challenge me, not just passively go along with whatever I want.” Those fingers of his…god, they were magic.

Sliding in, hooking, finding my G-spot and making me crazy, then slipping out to tease my clit.

“Get a condom,” I said, finally.

He rolled off the bed, lithe and quick despite his muscular size. He dug in the back pocket of his jeans and produced a string of three condoms, ripped one free and tossed the rest onto his jeans. Tearing open the foil, he rolled the condom down his length and then crawled onto the bed.

He hovered over me, huge and hard and muscular, cock erect and bobbing between us, his eyes fierce. “You wouldn’t know anyone like that, would you?”

I lifted up and bit his lower lip, sucked it into my mouth. “You know, I just might.” I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my heels around his back. “Although, this person I know, she might have a few requirements of her own.”

“Oh?”

I reached between us and fit the head of his cock between my nether lips, then hesitated. “Yeah. He’d have to have a body so perfect it’d put Channing Tatum to shame.”

“Don’t know who that is.”

I laughed, despite the situation. “An actor. Big muscles, lots of abs. Really sexy.”

“Betcha I could bench press him,” Zane boasted.

I laughed again. “That wouldn’t surprise me.” I moved slightly, taking an inch or so of Zane’s length into me; I was starting to wonder when he would take charge, when he would get tired of letting me be in control. “He’d have to have a huge, and I do meanhugecock. But not just big, his cock has to be shaped just right, and would have to fit in my hands just right, and my mouth, and inside me. The fit is imperative.”

Zane pressed his forehead to mine and sank into me. “Like this?”

I gasped. “Yes, god yes, just like this.”

He stilled when he was rooted fully within me. “What else?”

“He’d have to be a badass. I’ve known some badasses in my life, and this guy, he’d have to be the most badass of them all.” I found myself caressing the back of his head and gazing up at him as I spoke. “But also kind, and funny. A sharp sense of humor is really important.”

“I was voted class clown in high school,” he said.

I snickered. “You were not.”

He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t. But I did make the X-O crack up so bad during a briefing once that he had to leave the room.”

“X-O?”

“Executive officer.”

“Ah.”

“Any other requirements?” Zane asked.

“Um…” I pretended to think as Zane began slowly thrusting into me. “Hmmm…there was one other thing, but I’m having a hard time remembering what it was.”

He bent and claimed my mouth with his, lips scouring mine, tongue searching, demanding. It was a dominating kiss, one that reminded me who he was, what kind of man he was.

“That jog your memory at all?” he asked.

I was shaking all over from the kiss, and found it genuinely hard to think, to follow the conversation. “Oh, ummm…yeah. The last thing is kind of a two-parter. He has to be the most amazing kisser in the entire world—like he has to be able to kiss me literally stupid and breathless.”

Zane obeyed the implied suggestion, doubling down on the hot, dominating kiss, moving into me in rhythm with his probing tongue, making it no longer just a kiss but an extension of the union of our bodies, a continuation of the physical chemistry, the connection, the searing intensity I know we both felt as he thrust into me.

This was more than just the merging of our bodies; I knew it, and he knew it…and the kiss proved it.

“The other part?” Zane prompted, after breaking the kiss.