Free Giving It to the Bad Boy by Jenika Snow Page A

talk. Besides, she had no idea what to say. She was still replaying his words. He thought she was beautiful. She didn’t hold back her grin.
    Kiera glanced out the passenger side window and watched the houses pass by in a blur. He
    reached over and lowered the volume, and she felt the heavy, warm weight of his hand on hers. As
    she looked down at where his hand lay atop hers, a swarm of butterflies invaded her belly.
    He glanced at her. “Is this okay, Kiera?” Her breath left her, and he said, “I want this to be
    okay, Kiera, badly.” Her heart beat so hard and fast she could imagine it ripping right through her
    chest. He may have only been holding her hand, but it felt so good and right. She found herself
    nodding in response. He had no idea how okay she was with this. The butterflies in her belly started to go wild, and beads of perspiration dotted the area between her breasts.
    “Friends hold hands, right?” The way he said it was low and strangely heated. It certainly
    didn’t sound like he was asking her seriously, like he knew friends most certainly didn’t hold hands the way he was holding hers. He glanced between her and the road. She licked her lips, and he
    followed the act before looking at the road again. He shifted in his seat, and she couldn’t help but glance down at his big, strong denim encased thighs. Her eyes widened when she saw the bulge
    pressed against his fly. Oh. God. He was aroused. For her.
    “Yes, Reese.” Her words were thick and low, and she licked her lips again, the damn things
    suddenly so dry. The way his breathing changed at her low words told her everything she needed to
    know. Her arousal for Reese Trenton wasn’t only one way. For whatever reason, the most popular
    bad boy in school, in town, wanted her, geeky and awkward, Kiera Sheppard.
    He pulled the Trans-Am into the theater’s parking lot and got out. Before she could open the
    door he was there, opening it for her and helping her out. She had never been with a guy so attentive to her. It was nice, but strange. After he bought the tickets and asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink, which she declined, he held her hand and led her down the hallway and into the theater. It wasn’t lost on her that several girls stopped to stare at him, or maybe they were gawking at the fact a guy like him was with a girl like her. The room was dark, and the music above them played something
    that sounded like it would be in an elevator. Reese took them up the stairs to the very back row of
    seats. Kiera’s heart raced as she sat down beside him, the darkness covering them in an onyx cloak.
    There was another couple in the theater, but they were more toward the front.
    “Do you scare easily?” Reese was leaned close to her, and despite the shadows she could see
    his eyes clearly and noticed the fact he looked right into hers. The light from the screen washed him in a glow, but it didn’t hide the clear interest in his expression.
    “Sometimes.” To her utter amazement he took her hand and brought it up, looking at each
    individual finger.
    “Your hands are so tiny.” He ran his fingers along each one of hers. Reese held his hand flat
    against hers, his palm pressed to hers. His fingers went well past hers, and the sheer size of his hand was incredible. The act seemed strangely intimate, especially when he started into her eyes again.
    Could he hear her increased breathing? It sounded so loud in the theater, but she couldn’t help
    it. Every touch and look from him sent a thrill of desire through her. She pulsed between thighs, and her nipples felt hard as her breasts pressed against her shirt.
    “This doesn’t feel like something friends do, Reese.” Her words were whispered and strained,
    and she knew despite the fact she tried to hide her lust for him, she failed miserably. His nostrils flared slightly, and a heated expression crossed his face. She looked at his lips, ones that she wanted pressed to hers. When he