Very Bad Things

This . . . this was a kiss. I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted his lips to leave my body. This was like when Prince Charming kissed Cinderella, only this prince was no gentleman; he was sexy and hot and played a guitar. Instead of riding on a black stallion, he drove a bad-boy Escalade. Instead of wearing a princely cloak, he wore tight True Religion jeans.

It was fairytale fucking worthy.

“I want you like I’ve never wanted anything,” he said roughly, his lips moving to kiss my collarbone and the tops of my breasts.

“I’m yours,” I told him, arching my body closer to him, aching to feel him against my skin.

He pulled back and looked at me with hot, half-lidded eyes. “Show me,” he commanded, and I knew what he wanted.

With trembling hands, I reached up and eased the dress down until my breasts spilled out. I wanted to give him everything.

“Come here,” he said tenderly, pulling me close. He gazed at my tiny wings for a long time until, finally, he touched me. Softly, his fingers rubbed circles around my pierced breast, being careful around my nipple. “Fucking gorgeous tits,” he murmured, his left hand finding my other breast and massaging hard, the dichotomy of the different touches making me gasp out loud. His heavy eyes watched me as he plucked my un-pierced nipple with his fingers. I threw my head back and whimpered in need.

“You like that?” he asked huskily, kissing my neck and moving down to my breast.

“Yes, Leo,” I breathed out as liquid heat shot straight to my core.

“You smell so fucking good, Buttercup,” he said gruffly, his hand drifting underneath my dress and skimming my outer thigh. His mouth closed around my nipple and sucked while his fingers brushed against my panties.

I dug my fingers into his hair, holding him against my breast as his tongue wrecked havoc on my body, sucking and biting. I panted as he slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties and reached around to palm my ass.

“Touch me,” I said desperately, wiggling around, trying to his get fingers to my front. I needed them inside me.

“Be patient,” he growled against my skin.

“Leo, love me,” I begged, rocking against him, needing the friction.

Abruptly, his hand stopped, and he pulled away, taking deep, gasping breaths. His chest heaved up and down as he struggled to gain control. He eased me away from him, pushing me until we were no longer touching. “Wait a minute . . . shit, shit, shit . . . I went too far,” he said in a raspy voice, like he’d just finished a run. He bent over and put his head in his hands. “Fuck!”

I stood there, speechless.

He backed away from me and held his hands up. “Nora. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” I yanked my dress back over my breasts, not caring that it hurt. “How can you be so fucking condescending out there in the kitchen and then drag me in here and kiss me and then apologize for it.”

“I won’t kiss you again,” he said, rubbing his hands across his mouth, wiping it away.

I laughed disbelievingly. “Are you sure about that, Leo? I’ve seen how you watch me, so don’t act like that was nothing. That kiss was . . .” I paused, searching for the right word. “It was epic and you know it.”

“It was a big fucking mistake.”

I glared. I’d had enough of him, of his hot and then cold. And him pushing me away couldn’t all be about the age difference. Something else was keeping him away. But then, maybe it was all me. Maybe I was chasing him and bringing all this on myself.

I needed to get away from him, but because I’m a glutton for punishment, I couldn’t let it go. I said, “A psychic consultant? Really? Ridiculous, Leo, just ridiculous. She’s stupid on a stick.”

“Yeah, so what? I can fuck her and not worry about it. You know why I don’t worry? Because she’s legal! She can walk into a bar with me and order a glass of wine and drink it! And she doesn’t care if I decide to not see her tomorrow. I can’t hurt her.”

I shook my head, not understanding.

“Nora, I know you’re hiding secrets, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back from that. No matter what, you’re a good girl with all these great talents, and someday you’ll have a big future. Just not with me. I’d just drag you down. I’d end up hurting you.”

“You already did,” I whispered out, seeing the truth. What it came down to was I wasn’t worth it to him. I was too much work for him. Too much effort.

Yet, there was something I wanted to say to him. Oh, it wasn’t going to be the truth about how dirty I was. No. Just the thought of that made me feel nauseated and short of breath, like a panic attack was imminent. No way in hell could I tell him that.

I sighed and got my nerve up. I had to make him see. “Leo, when your eyes found mine that day, I got lost, and I didn’t want to look away. It was like the whole world vanished except for me and you. We connected somehow. It was an extraordinary moment, and it builds and builds every time we see each other. Have you ever thought that maybe . . . maybe we were meant to be together, Leo?” I asked him, my eyes pleading with him to want me, to put me first.

He searched my face for a long time, like he wanted to commit it to his memory. He opened his mouth to say something but shook his head instead, as if he’d lost a conversation with himself. Then, as if he’d come to a hard decision, he tore his eyes from mine, focusing on something over my shoulder. He seemed to gather himself, and I saw his face harden. I saw the remoteness settle in his expression.