Free Bad Boy Secrets by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Page B

of his jaw, “Then I think we’ve found a perfect starting point for our negotiations.”
                  Reed shifted onto his back, pulling her on top of him.  She straddled his hips, and their bodies strained against one another, seeking.  At that point, Cass had lost count of how many times Reed had been inside her.  He’d had her every way imaginable and she’d enjoyed every last minute of it.  But as she rose above him, his hands coasting gently over her hips as he nudged his swollen cock inside her, she recognized that it was different.  Whatever had passed between them that night, whatever line she had crossed in taking their relationship public, had changed the dynamic between them dramatically.  There was a weight, and intensity to their touches, there in the moonlight on that porch.  His hands were gentle as they coasted over her skin, his mouth was soft and sweet as he tugged gently at the hardened buds of her nipples.  When he thrust inside her, there was no rush to finish, there was no desperate climb toward an impending climax.  She rode him slow and easy, rocking her body against his, and he responded in kind. 
                  In spite of the gentleness of their lovemaking, and how very different it was from all that had gone before, the orgasm that swept through her was not a gentle one.  It was hard and deep and left her shaking in its aftermath as he erupted inside her.  The heat of him inside her, triggered another rush of warmth and soft tremors that only heightened the lingering pleasure.  Collapsing atop him, Cass nuzzled her face against his chest.  His arms tightened around her even as his heart thundered beneath her cheek.  The fear was there, coiling inside her, but she ignored it, refuting the urge to simply bolt.  She’d run from men her whole life--some, like her mother’s perverted boyfriends, because they’d repulsed and frightened her, and others, because they hadn’t.  Trust didn’t come easily for her, and somehow, without even trying, Reed had wormed his way inside, to that place where she didn’t let anyone in. 
                  Reed held onto her, and planned to for as long as she would let him.  He could sense the wheels turning inside her head, and knew that she was analyzing, picking things apart and anticipating every disaster that could occur.  “Stop thinking,” he said. 
                  She looked up at him, propping her chin on her hands.  “That’s sort of impossible to do.”
                  “Stop overthinking,” he corrected. 
                  Cass’ smile was sweet and self deprecating.  “Am I that obvious?”
                  Reed rolled her to her back, looming above her.  “Yes.  Your face is an open book.”  He kissed her then, claiming her mouth, nipping gently at the full curve of her bottom lip. 
                  “So which is the real you, Reed?” she asked. 
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “Are you the small town attorney and all around nice guy, or are you the dark, dominant man who ties me to beds and makes me scream?”
                  “Why can’t I be both?  We all have a dark side, Cass... I just have the option of letting mine show when I’m with you.”
                  “I don’t have a dark side,” she protested. 
                  He smiled, a sardonic grin curving his lips.  “Oh, really?  What we have, Cass, is only the illusion of me being in control.  I don’t do anything that you don’t want me to do.  So, if I have a dark side, sweetheart, you can bet your sweet ass that you have one too.”
                  Cass knew that it was true.  She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn’t the slut others had always assumed she was either.  Still, nothing in her experience had