Page 129 of One Bad Idea

He edged a fraction closer. "That's the question, isn't it? I've been asking it, you know."

My breath hitched. "You have?"

He gave a slow nod, even as his gaze drifted leisurely downward, skimming me from head to toe. In that same low voice, he said, "I've been asking, 'What the hell is it? Her tight little body? The sweetness of her mouth?'" Now, he looked almost ready to smile. "'That look she gets, right before flipping out?'"

"Flipping out?" My gaze narrowed. "What do you mean by–?"

He leaned forward and silenced me with a kiss. The kiss wasn't gentle, but then again, I didn't want it to be.

When I gave a muffled moan, his arms closed around me, pulling me close, even as I reached up and laced my fingers around the back of his neck.

I sagged against him, savoring the feel of his lean, hard body as his mouth moved so perfectly against my own.

I pressed tighter against him, savoring the feel of his erection surging against my stomach, teasing and taunting me, with its size, its hardness, and its promise of delivering something that I'd been craving for far too long.

I still wasn't sure what we were doing, or how far we'd go. I just knew that I didn't want it to stop.

But already, he was pulling back – first his lips and then his whole body. Soon, we weren't touching at all, and the world suddenly felt a million times colder.

I wanted to whimper out loud. Who knows, maybe I did.

His gaze met mine. "You really want this?"

I did – so very much. I felt myself nod.

His voice was low in the quiet room. "You know, I'm not the boyfriend type."

His eyes were dark and way too compelling. I murmured, "What?"

"I don’t do relationships."

At this, I almost laughed in his face. "I wasn't asking for a relationship."

It was true. I wasn't. I didn't even like him, at least not enough to consider him more than a guilty pleasure.

Again, I thought of that proverbial cookie. Like Jaden, it was a quick indulgence, something to get out of my system. And then, I'd be free to move on to something a whole lot healthier.

I made a scoffing sound. "And what makes you think I'd evenwantone, a relationship, I mean. You're not even my type."

"Good. Because you're not mine either."

"Oh yeah?" I said, more curious than anything. "So whatisyour type?"

"Slutty."

Now, I did laugh. "Slutty? Seriously?"

"Hey, it works."

"With what?"

"My goals."

"Which are?" I asked.

"To stay unattached."

Maybe the comment should've bothered me. But it didn't. The last thing I needed now was to fall for a guy who I barely liked.