Page 50 of Not So Goode

Yet rigid. Steel sheathed in silk.

I want his steel sheathed in my silk.

I snorted out loud—I’d heard that in Lexie’s voice.

But shit, it was true.

I wanted so badly to touch it. Run my finger over the pink tip. Pull the underwear down and bare the whole thing.

God, no. No. That was crazy.

I didn’t know him. Last night had been a lapse in judgment due to my extreme impairment. Sure, when it had happened I’d been more sober than drunk, more exhausted than woozy.

I’d known what I was doing, what I was letting him do. I’d wanted it, and I’d just…gone with it.

That was then, though, and this was now. And I wasn’t touching him. Not now, not like this. But holy crap, it was a hell of an effort.

“It won’t bite,” a deep, sleepy voice said, inches from my ear.

“No, but I might,” I heard my own voice say; I surprised both of us with that comment.

“Well hell, woman.” A wry, surprised smirk.

I blushed crimson. “Not awake all the way. I, uh—” I could not physically blush any harder. “I…I don’t know what I was thinking.”

His smirk turned wicked. “Hey, you wouldn’t hear me complain, babe. Just maybe, you know, don’t bitetoohard.”

I wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide, so I squirmed. Wriggled. That was a truth I didn’t want to tell him. But the way I was not meeting his eyes, the way I was unable to speak, just stammering…

“That sounds, I mean—you’re—I…”

His eyes narrowed. “You arenota virgin. No fuckin’ way.”

“No!” I protested. “I’m not, not at all. I was engaged, actually. With the same guy for five years.”

“Then what’s up?”

I shrugged. “What do you mean?”

He smiled, laughing. “Playing coy, huh?”

It was weird hownotweird it felt to be in bed with him. It felt utterly natural. Strangely comfortable.

“I’m not playing coy,” I lied.

He snorted. “Then you’re full of shit, one way or another.” He arched an eyebrow. “I was joking, and I don’t think you were.”

“Joking?”

“The biting thing.” He indicated his still-hard member, the tip still peeking up over the top of his jeans. “How this thing don’t bite, but you do.”

“Oh, that. Ha, yeah. Just…just joking.”

He sighed. “You wanna play dumbshit, fine by me, babe. Just know I see through it.”

I sighed. “You want the truth?”

He nodded. “Always, babe. Hard, painful, or strange, the truth is always better, in my opinion.”