Bad Boy's Pet

Number 4

Fear caused her knees to lock so she was unable to do anything as the door got pulled back to reveal the person behind them. She let out a long breath when Cade’s face came into view. That was her second scare of the night. Without talking, her hands went to her chest and she rubbed the small ache there.

“You really should not open doors till you know who is behind them,” He told her and she blinked up at him, then shook her head and turned to head to the kitchen area. She hadn’t realized it before, but she was mildly annoyed with him. “What’s wrong?” He asked following her.

“You said you would come.” She answered not meeting his gaze.

“And I am here, aren’t I?”

She shrugged, then poured herself warm water from an electric jug. She took a sip and then looked up at him. When she found his eyes locked on her, she looked away. “Would you like some water?”

“What I would like, is to know what is wrong?”

“You said you would come,” she said again and he frowned in thought trying to piece together what she could mean. Reading the hidden meanings behind a woman’s words was not one of his skills. A woman’s body, however….

He moved closer to her, took the cup from her hands, and set it on the sink then his hands cupped her face. Her eyes drifted close for a moment but just before their lips touched, she stepped away from him. “I…I don’t…I can’t.” She said shaking her head vigorously

“Can’t what?”

“You don’t know me.” She stated and he shrugged.

“I don’t need to.” He answered simply.

“What?”

“Look doll, I am attracted to you, you are attracted to me, we can just have a good time. No strings attached.” He said and she felt the world shake at her feet.

What had she been thinking? That he would be in love with her? He just knew of her existence. Still, she had let herself hope, she now realized how foolish that was. She straightened her back and tried to look him in the eye. She succeeded for about two seconds and then she looked away but her voice was firm when she replied “I don’t want that.”

His smile was slow and he covered the small space between them before he spoke “You don’t want me to touch you?” He asked using his index finger to barely touch her naked arm.

“No.” She answered.

“Liar.”

“No, I meant, I don’t want a relationship like that.” His hand stilled and he let out a small “hmm” while he frowned in thought.

“What do you want then?”

She looked up at him. At his dark hair and darker eyes. She wanted him. “I want…I want…,”

“I’ll tell you,” He whispered wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning down so their faces were almost touching “You want me. Almost as bad as I want you.”

He was teasing her. She had seen enough rom-coms to know but she was powerless to stop it. He was right. She did want him. His lips hovered over hers not quite touching but their breaths were mingled. Hers, fast and uneven. His leveled. He hovered for several agonizing moments until she strained to get to him. He reared back not letting her reach him. And then a chuckle sounded from his lips “See?”

She bit her lip in embarrassment and started to look away but his hands fisted in her hair and then he was kissing her. She had thought the former kisses he gave her were hot but they were nothing compared to this. His mouth moved on hers in a way that made her think nothing of romance and everything of the ache between her legs. His tongue which had only been darting around softly now plunged into her mouth, seeking hers. When he found it, he let out a small groan, and then she felt herself move off the floor. Then he sat her just at the edge of the counter and moved to stand between her legs.

His mouth did not leave hers even as he adjusted them so that their cores were touching. She pulled her lips away from him to let out a soft moan when he rubbed himself on her. It felt so good she felt liquid in her panties. “You want this?” He asked kissing her neck, then her collarbone and he started pulling down the strap of her camisole.

“I want this.” She answered pushing forward to offer herself to him.

His lips pulled up at the corners and he let go of her strap to expose one breast. “You sure?” He asked kissing the top of her breasts “Because once I let go doll, I am not going to be able to stop.” He could not believe how true those words were. So there would be a day when Kincaid Martinez couldn’t control his libido.

“I…” She wanted it. So bad. She wanted his hands to touch the pink buds of her n****e but he was waiting for her answer.

Yes.

She opened her mouth to say as much but the word that left her was “Stop.”

“What?” He paused to look her in the eye

“Please stop,” she repeated biting her lip. He looked towards the wall, counted to five, then stepped away from her.

“Why?” He asked after a brief moment of silence and she shook her head “I know you wanted this so why.” She had already pulled up the strap of her camisole but he still forced himself to only look at her face.

He didn’t want to coerce her even though he knew it wouldn’t be too difficult. She was hungry for him. Aching even. But he wanted it to be on her terms too. If he even glanced at the exposed olive skin at the top of her breasts, he would probably do just that.

“Not like this. I don’t want it like this.”

“Then what do you want?” He asked folding his arms over his chest

“Everything?” She said it like a question and he was confused for a moment. When his confusion cleared, it was replaced by anxiousness

“Everything like dating?” He asked and she nodded “I can’t do that.”

He had too much going on in his life to have or even keep a girlfriend. Plus, girls were more work than he wanted to put in. When he needed p***y, he knew where and how to get it. Easily. So why would he want to have a girlfriend?

“And I can’t do this,” She answered. She wished she could though. She wished she could know how it felt to wake up in his arms but she knew she would want more and then it would hurt. She did not want to hurt. Not intentionally.

“Then I guess this is goodbye,” He said and started out the door.

“What?” She asked following him “We could be friends or…”

“No thanks. I don’t need friends” He stopped at the door “But, in case you change your mind, I wouldn’t mind a booty call.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief and then she scowled at him “Not going to happen. Good night.” She said and slammed the door in his face her previous annoyance returning.

She could not believe he was the same person, she felt like such a fool for holding out hope for so long, and now, it was dashed. She felt her chest constrict and rubbed it wishing she could cry but for her, her tears came out at unreasonable times. She couldn’t control it. So she settled for pulling her easel back into the light and dragging her brush furiously over the canvas.