Free I Brake For Bad Boys by Lori Foster Page B

some of what you told me about your mother is to blame for that.”
    She tried to speak, but he leaned down and briefly kissed her, silencing her with the warm press of his mouth, the gentle sweep of his tongue. “I want your body, your humor, your cocky sarcasm. I want you, Erica. Right now, but tomorrow too.”
    Her mouth touching his, she asked, “And the day after that?”
    â€œAlways.”
    She jerked back so fast her head cracked on the wall, making her wince. “Damn it.”
    With a huff of annoyance, Ian’s hand opened over the back of her head and rubbed. “Don’t be nervous with me.”
    â€œYou do not make me nervous.”
    â€œNot physically, no. You want me too, I can tell that much.” He settled his hips into the notch of her legs. “But you’re nervous because you’re not sure if I’m for real. You’re afraid you’ll start to like me, to trust me, and I’ll walk away.”
    â€œYour ego is massive.”
    â€œErica.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Can’t you let go just a little?”
    She wanted to so badly that it scared her. Then a thought occurred to her and she glared. “What about this woman at work who you want to marry and carry off to the woods?”
    By small degrees, he gathered her tightly to him. Erica couldn’t draw a breath without feeling some part of Ian, without inhaling his scent. She couldn’t move a millimeter without her lips touching his, her body rubbing into him. Once he had her locked close, he whispered, “That’s you.”
    â€œMe?” She barely squeaked the word out.
    He nodded, bumping his nose into hers.
    â€œBut I thought . . .”
    â€œShhh. Drop your defenses just until tomorrow morning, and then we’ll talk about it again. I promise. I’ll explain everything.”
    â€œAnd until then?”
    â€œI’m going to make love to you.” He kissed her softly. “And I’m going to fuck you.” The kiss turned raw and demanding, almost frightening in intensity.
    He wrapped one arm beneath her bottom, one across her back, and lifted her. “I’m going to drive you wild, sweetheart, which is what you deserve considering how wild you’ve made me.”
    It all sounded wonderful to her, savage and gentle, raunchy and sweet. Everything she’d ever wanted, and too much to resist. She laced her fingers in his hair and managed a smile. “Okay.”
    Relief darkened his face, wrought a groan from deep inside him. “I’ll prove to you that you can be yourself with me and I’ll love it.”
    She almost believed him.
    Without thinking about it, Erica wrapped her legs around his waist and returned his kiss. He started walking them to his bedroom and the friction of his rough denim between her open legs inflamed her. He kept kissing her, deep and long, and then she felt her feet touch the floor.
    Within seconds, Ian had the coverlet stripped off the bed. He opened a night table drawer and removed a whole box of condoms.
    How considerate, Erica thought, wondering how many of them they’d use, but glad they wouldn’t have to worry about running out.
    â€œIan?”
    He lifted her onto the bed, stretching her out crosswise, then stepped back to strip off his jeans. Erica rose to one elbow to watch, her breath suspended, her fingers curled into the sheet. He pushed the denim down his long legs and stepped free, then stood there a moment to let her look.
    His pelvis was a shade lighter than the rest of his body. His legs were long and muscled, and his big, narrow feet were braced apart. Her gaze slowly rose again until she stared at his erection. He was long and thick and she swallowed hard. “My, my.”
    Naked, macho, and to her mind, perfect, Ian climbed onto the bed beside her. Erica wanted to spend at least five minutes just looking at him, absorbing the sight of him, but he didn’t give