Free Pretty Wicked by Georgia le Carre Page B

‘We can be impolite together.’
    Pithy wit deserts me. ‘Don’t make me punch
you in the face.’
    ‘ You were the best lay I
ever had.’
    My eyes widen. The surge of pleasure I
experience irritates me. I pretend to laugh dryly. ‘Is that
supposed to be some sort of compliment?’
    ‘ Yeah, and a goddamn fine
one too.’
    Before we go any further, let me first tell
you that this man is good in bed. And I mean he’s really, really
good. Like out of this world good. He butterflyed my legs and went
to work on my girly bits with the precise dedication of a Swiss
watchmaker until I nearly fainted with pleasure. And believe me,
I’m the expert in muff diving, since I have been for most of my
life a lesbian.
    ‘ Well, you were the worst
lay I ever had,’ I lie.
    Unoffended, he laughs merrily. ‘Time to make
amends, then.’
    ‘ Don’t you fucking dare
come near me,’ I warn. I realize instantly that there is not enough
threat and too much desperation in my voice.
    His eyes glint, dark and dirty. They make me
horribly uneasy. I’m not in charge here. We stare at each other and
the rush of sexual heat that sweeps over my body makes me feel
oddly dizzy. The memory of his touch still burns in my bones.
Unable to speak I stare foolishly at him. The truth is I’m pissed
off with this guy for not calling after he promised to, for making
me sleep with my phone for nearly a month, for confusing the hell
out of my sexuality, and for having a girlfriend who is the exact
opposite of me, but as the seconds pass, I am not sure anymore if I
am more pissed off with him or with myself for being so
pathetic.
    The problem is that my pulse is racing and I
can’t think past the aching throb between my legs. I take slow
breaths as my body, the hyperaware Judas, remembers and replays the
sensation of all the hard planes, the raw silk of his skin, and the
absolute perfection of that one night we shared.
    I blink. Big mistake.
    He advances, his lips twitching with
amusement.
    I step backwards, purely instinctive, and he
takes another step, and so do I, but in the opposite direction. A
warm flush spreads over my skin. All kinds of thoughts are running
through my brain. Uppermost: of course he’s going to get what he
came for. I can already feel his hand on my hips, and the lure of a
seriously explosive orgasm. He got me the last time through the
same fearlessness of consequences he is exhibiting now. No fear of
rejection. Such naked confidence can be mind-numbingly
seductive.
    He turned my no into a maybe and my maybe
into a yes.
    And afterwards, when the curiosity and
desire had been aroused inside me, he delivered big. I mean BIG. I
told myself that I had gone with him because I loved that he did
not have a prejudged idea of beauty. He found my spider tattoos
beautiful! But the truth was/is, he intrigues me like no other. My
body is already craving it. It’s only sex, Billie, I tell
myself.
    I stop retreating when I feel the hard edge
of the table against my buttocks. He takes his next step silently.
With his hands around my neck he tilts my face upwards and swoops
down on my mouth. Sweet mother, Mary. So bad, and so hot. My will
is slipping away. What will? It’s been a long time. A long time.
Bloody hell. He tastes so fuckin’ good I want to eat him. I get
lost in the raving desire that comes in waves from his mouth into
mine.
    For a few more pulse-ripping seconds his
lips bruise mine, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. It is
brutal, arousing, and totally feral. And then I tear my mouth off.
The insides of my mouth are still stinging. He is strong, I’ll give
him that. Very fucking strong. And that arrogant tilt to his chin.
Like he should be in a vampire movie. Like he’s never heard the
word no.
    ‘ So you don’t think I’m
cute?’
    ‘ If you like
psychos.’
    He grins and lifts me up by the waist as if
I am a doll and deposits me on the table. My legs dangle off the
edge. With both his hands he rips open my