When He Was Bad
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What?
She watched as his eyes moved over her, from the droopy sweatsocks on her feet, past the worn cotton shorts and the paint-splattered T-shirt that spoke of a horrid experience trying to paint the hallway the previous year, straight up to her hastily created ponytail. He swallowed and muttered, Goddamnit, before pushing his way into her house.
We need to talk, he said by way of greeting.
Why?
He frowned. What?
I said why do we need to talk? As far as Im concerned theres nothing that needs to be said.
I need to kiss you.
Now Irene frowned. Why?
Must you always ask why?
When people come to me with things that dont make sense . . . yes.
Just let me kiss you and then Ill leave.
Do you know how many germs are in the human mouth? Id be better off kissing an open sewer grate.
Why did she have to make this so difficult? He hated being here. Hated having to come here at all. Yet he had something to prove and goddamnit, hed prove it or die trying.
But how dare she look so goddamn cute! Hed never known this Irene Conridge existed. Hed only seen her in those boxy business suits or a gown that hed bet money she never picked out for herself. On occasion hed even seen her in jeans but, even then, shed always looked pulled together and professional.
Now she looked goddamn adorable and he almost hated her for it.
Twenty seconds of your time and Im out of here for good. Twenty seconds and I wont bother you ever again.
Why?
Christ, again with the why.
I need to prove to the universe that my marking you means absolutely nothing.
Oh, well, isnt that nice, she said with obvious sarcasm. Its nice to know youre checking to make sure kissing me is as revolting as necessary.
Im not . . . I didnt . . . He growled. Can we just do this, please?
Twenty seconds and youll go away?
Yes.
Forever?
Absolutely.
Fine. Just get it over with quickly. I have a lot of work to do. And the fact that youre breathing my air annoys me beyond reason.
Wanting this over as badly as she did, Van marched up to her, slipped his arm around her waist, and yanked her close against him. They stared at each other for a long moment and then he kissed her. Just like he had Athana earlier. Only Athana had been warm and willing in his arms. Not brittle and cold like a block of ice. Irene didnt even open her mouth.
Nope. Nothing, he thought withoverwhelming relief. This had all been a horrible mistake. He couldand wouldwalk away from the honorable and brilliant Irene Conridge, PhD, and never look back. Van almost smiled.
Until she moved slightly in his arms and her head tilted barely a centimeter to the left. Like a raging wind, lust swept through him. Overwhelming, all-consuming. Hed never felt anything like it. Suddenly he needed to taste her more than he needed to take his next breath. He dragged his tongue against her lips, coaxing her to open to him. To his eternal surprise she did, and he plunged deep inside. Her body jerked, her hand reaching up and clutching his shoulder. Probably moments from pushing him away. But he wouldnt let her. Not if she felt even a modicum of what he was feeling. So he held her tighter, kissed her deeper, let her feel his steel-hard erection held back by his jeans against her stomach.
The hand clutching his shoulder loosened a bit and then slid into his hair. Her other hand grabbed the back of his neck. And suddenly the cold, brittle block of ice in his arms turned into a raging inferno of lust. Her tongue tangled with his and she groaned into his mouth.
Before Van realized it, he was walking her back toward her stairs. He didnt stop kissing her, he wouldnt. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He managed to get her to the upstairs hallway before she pulled her mouth away.
What are you doing? she panted out.
Taking you to your bed.
Forget it. And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, The wall. Use the wall.
Five
Van slammed her against the wall. Hed been trying to be gentle and patient, but fuck, he was losing control fast. Losing it to this woman who didnt, according to her, like sex. Of course, this same woman reached down and took firm hold of his cock through his jeans. She squeezed and more of his control slipped. He wanted to reach for her bedroom door, but he couldnt bring himself to let her go. The wolf in him wanted to claim this woman before she did something stupid like change her mind. Shed be his because she was meant to be. As annoying as the whole thing wasand Christ, was it annoyinghe wouldnt let her go now. Couldnt. Hell, he couldnt even bring himself to release her body so he could get her to a bed.
With surprising skill, she unzipped his jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. Van shuddered. Who was this woman trying to fool? Detest sex? There was no way this woman could detest sex. More like she simply hadnt met her match . . . until now.
Her long fingers ran along his cock, causing a pretty devastating effect on a man who rarely had those anymore, while she kissed him with as much passion as hed ever felt with anyone.
She watched as his eyes moved over her, from the droopy sweatsocks on her feet, past the worn cotton shorts and the paint-splattered T-shirt that spoke of a horrid experience trying to paint the hallway the previous year, straight up to her hastily created ponytail. He swallowed and muttered, Goddamnit, before pushing his way into her house.
We need to talk, he said by way of greeting.
Why?
He frowned. What?
I said why do we need to talk? As far as Im concerned theres nothing that needs to be said.
I need to kiss you.
Now Irene frowned. Why?
Must you always ask why?
When people come to me with things that dont make sense . . . yes.
Just let me kiss you and then Ill leave.
Do you know how many germs are in the human mouth? Id be better off kissing an open sewer grate.
Why did she have to make this so difficult? He hated being here. Hated having to come here at all. Yet he had something to prove and goddamnit, hed prove it or die trying.
But how dare she look so goddamn cute! Hed never known this Irene Conridge existed. Hed only seen her in those boxy business suits or a gown that hed bet money she never picked out for herself. On occasion hed even seen her in jeans but, even then, shed always looked pulled together and professional.
Now she looked goddamn adorable and he almost hated her for it.
Twenty seconds of your time and Im out of here for good. Twenty seconds and I wont bother you ever again.
Why?
Christ, again with the why.
I need to prove to the universe that my marking you means absolutely nothing.
Oh, well, isnt that nice, she said with obvious sarcasm. Its nice to know youre checking to make sure kissing me is as revolting as necessary.
Im not . . . I didnt . . . He growled. Can we just do this, please?
Twenty seconds and youll go away?
Yes.
Forever?
Absolutely.
Fine. Just get it over with quickly. I have a lot of work to do. And the fact that youre breathing my air annoys me beyond reason.
Wanting this over as badly as she did, Van marched up to her, slipped his arm around her waist, and yanked her close against him. They stared at each other for a long moment and then he kissed her. Just like he had Athana earlier. Only Athana had been warm and willing in his arms. Not brittle and cold like a block of ice. Irene didnt even open her mouth.
Nope. Nothing, he thought withoverwhelming relief. This had all been a horrible mistake. He couldand wouldwalk away from the honorable and brilliant Irene Conridge, PhD, and never look back. Van almost smiled.
Until she moved slightly in his arms and her head tilted barely a centimeter to the left. Like a raging wind, lust swept through him. Overwhelming, all-consuming. Hed never felt anything like it. Suddenly he needed to taste her more than he needed to take his next breath. He dragged his tongue against her lips, coaxing her to open to him. To his eternal surprise she did, and he plunged deep inside. Her body jerked, her hand reaching up and clutching his shoulder. Probably moments from pushing him away. But he wouldnt let her. Not if she felt even a modicum of what he was feeling. So he held her tighter, kissed her deeper, let her feel his steel-hard erection held back by his jeans against her stomach.
The hand clutching his shoulder loosened a bit and then slid into his hair. Her other hand grabbed the back of his neck. And suddenly the cold, brittle block of ice in his arms turned into a raging inferno of lust. Her tongue tangled with his and she groaned into his mouth.
Before Van realized it, he was walking her back toward her stairs. He didnt stop kissing her, he wouldnt. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He managed to get her to the upstairs hallway before she pulled her mouth away.
What are you doing? she panted out.
Taking you to your bed.
Forget it. And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, The wall. Use the wall.
Five
Van slammed her against the wall. Hed been trying to be gentle and patient, but fuck, he was losing control fast. Losing it to this woman who didnt, according to her, like sex. Of course, this same woman reached down and took firm hold of his cock through his jeans. She squeezed and more of his control slipped. He wanted to reach for her bedroom door, but he couldnt bring himself to let her go. The wolf in him wanted to claim this woman before she did something stupid like change her mind. Shed be his because she was meant to be. As annoying as the whole thing wasand Christ, was it annoyinghe wouldnt let her go now. Couldnt. Hell, he couldnt even bring himself to release her body so he could get her to a bed.
With surprising skill, she unzipped his jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. Van shuddered. Who was this woman trying to fool? Detest sex? There was no way this woman could detest sex. More like she simply hadnt met her match . . . until now.
Her long fingers ran along his cock, causing a pretty devastating effect on a man who rarely had those anymore, while she kissed him with as much passion as hed ever felt with anyone.
