Free The Reverse of Perfection (Bad Decisions Book 2) by Christi Barth Page A

way to not ignore her sound business advice, but find a work-around. He’d gone to all that trouble for her.
    Shimmying closer, Ariel said, “Well…you can still be a little bad for me…”
    It was apparently all the green light he needed. Dylan immediately tightened his hold, bringing her entire body flush against his. The quick move took her breath away. It made her aware of the strength in the corded arms against her ribs. How even with Ariel in her usual stilettos, Dylan towered over her in an overwhelmingly good way. And then he raked his teeth over the spot in her neck where her pulse throbbed, and Ariel stopped thinking. Stopped noticing. Just surrendered to feeling.
    Feeling the muscled width of his thighs.
    Feeling the heat of his touch.
    The heat of his obvious desire.
    The heat that ignited deep inside her with every rasp of his tongue and suckle of his lips as they moved up her neck to the sensitive lobe of her ear.
    “How do you want it?” Dylan whispered, his breath feathering across her skin.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Ariel, I’ve wanted you for four years. Ever since I saw you in that silver lamé slip dress, hugging Cam to stay warm in the middle of Times Square on New Year’s Eve.”
    She surfaced from the haze of lust that already clouded her brain. Four years ago. The only time that Riptide played the ball drop. The dress she remembered because Cam bought it for her just hours before at a funky boutique in the Village to make up for not getting her a Christmas present. Even though he’d been on tour in Asia and Australia over the holiday and she’d never expected him to worry about a gift.
    Ariel still had the dress. Treasured it. And couldn’t believe that Dylan remembered it. She would now treasure it all the more for knowing that it had caught the attention of this amazing man. “I wish I remembered seeing you there.”
    “No.” A self-deprecating laugh burst out. “Trust me, you don’t. That’s okay. Point being, I’ve got a ton of pent-up want for you ready to explode. We could go fast this first time, just to take the edge off, and then be more leisurely for round two. But I don’t want to be selfish. If you’re not all fired up yet, I can go slow. Just tell me what you want. How you want it.”
    He was thoughtful. Considerate. He put her needs above his. Every time Ariel thought she had Dylan pegged, another layer peeled back and revealed something more special about him. Which scared her a little. This would be only a road-trip fling. It would be all about sating the need between them. Burning off the chemistry. Except that the more time she spent with Dylan, the more it started to feel like a real relationship. Not just sex. Which was not an option.
    “ Now is how I want it.” Ariel pulled out of his grasp. Frantically worked the tight denim at his fly over the buttons and undid the zipper. Then she put her hand straight down to wrap around his hot, pulsing length. “Right now.”
    “Holy shit, Ariel.” Grabbing her wrist, Dylan yanked her hand back up and out. “‘Now’ doesn’t mean before I get my pants off. This is for both of us to enjoy.”
    “I’ll enjoy having you in me.”
    “One second. Give me one damn second, and then you can have all of me.” Dylan spun to the nightstand. Scrabbled at a big pile of bright red foil wrappers. The black band logo stood out from across the room. Riptide, with a guitar as the T.
    “My brother had personalized band condoms made? That’s…that’s…ewww.”
    “Nope. Jones gave these to me.” He flipped one to show her the saying on the opposite side: Drummers Hit It Harder . “Told me to go to town tonight.”
    There had to be a dozen condoms on the pile. “That was optimistic of him.”
    “Or realistic. Let’s wait to decide that until morning.”
    “I like your thinking.”
    “Good. Then go with it.” His hands worked the tie at the side of her waist with ease. Those dexterous fingers made equally quick work