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

of her bra.
    Oh, yes, all signs pointed to Dylan definitely knowing his way around a woman. Especially when he ran his thumbs along the crease of her inner thigh to slide her panties and skirt off in one fell swoop. It took only a few sharp movements until he stood before her naked. Gloriously naked. With a long penis that angled up and out, as if reaching for her. Not that she objected.
    Ariel ripped the condom open with her teeth. “One.” She laughed, tossing the wrapper over her shoulder.
    As he slid the condom on, Dylan said, “How about we keep a separate count for your orgasms? ’Cause I’m betting that number’s going to double the condom total by morning.”
    Omigod. “Now who’s being optimistic?” she teased. And hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t just an empty promise. Because it turned out that so far he was very good at keeping his word…
    “Nope. That statement is one hundred percent realistic.” Dylan crossed to the funny, curved velvet love seat and sat right in the middle. Then he patted his lap. “C’mere, beautiful.”
    Ariel loved that they weren’t just going with the norm for their first time. That Dylan wasn’t one of those by-the-numbers lovers...which was really all she’d ever known. Excitement heated her from the inside out.
    It seemed like the position should be awkward. But she slid onto his lap, ankles crossing behind his back, as easily as the right two puzzle pieces fitting together. It was the sexiest, most intimate hug she’d ever had. Ariel threw her arms around his neck and held on tight. “This is pretty awesome.”
    Dylan nuzzled her neck. “It sure is. But we had a plan. Fast, remember? Or did you change your mind?”
    Seriously? The guy was checking in with her? With his penis pulsing against her abdomen with every breath he took, he still bothered to be sure they were on the same page? Dylan Royce was too good to be true. She had to be dreaming. “If anything, I want you even more.”
    “Done.” Hands under her butt, Dylan lifted her up, onto him and then surged upward into her. All at once. All the way.
    “Sooooo good.” At least, that’s what Ariel tried to say. She was pretty sure it came out as way more of a moan than actual words.
    “Just hang on, babe. I’ve got this.” Between rocking his hips and lifting her, Dylan was in complete control. His biceps were popped out and solid as rock with the effort. God, it was hot to watch. The stamina, the control, the sheer strength that it took made her burn even hotter for him.
    “You sure do,” she murmured. Ariel wanted to do more. To be a team player. But the way he filled her actually, literally , took her breath away. She loved the feel of her breasts tight against his chest. Loved the slick, thwapping noise of their skin meeting. And, of course, the way his deep, fast, repeated penetration drove her freaking right to the edge of oblivion.
    “Is it embarrassing to admit I’m already almost there?” she panted.
    “Nope. We were both already halfway there just from being in the same room. I’m ready to jump off that cliff anytime you are, beautiful.”
    Oh, thank God. Because this man wound her up like nobody ever had before. “Okay, then. Now, please.”
    “Whatever you say.” Dylan’s thumbs bit into her hips tighter. Ariel hoped she had bruises there in the morning. She wanted a tangible souvenir—besides the pile of condom wrappers—of this night. Amazingly, he picked up the pace. Pulled her even closer, which rubbed her against him in a different spot that, yes, took her flying off the cliff into a spiral of pleasure. Ariel let her head fall back as all the air left her lungs. At the same time, a guttural scream came from Dylan as his thighs jerked beneath her. And then there was no sound in the room but their unison gasps.
    “That’s….one,” she managed to get out.
    “You sure about that?” Dylan ducked his head out from her arms and leaned back, angling to put a wide triangle of