I hadn’t had the best of luck with French kissing, but already I knew Brad Steel would be different. I parted my lips.
He didn’t plunge his tongue into my mouth. No, he tasted me slowly. First my lips, then the inside of my mouth, my teeth, my gums, until finally his tongue touched mine.
And I was lost forever.
It was soft. It was sweet. It was amazing.
But much better than all that?
It was right.
It was so right.
I parted my lips farther, letting him sweep into my mouth and kiss me with passion. Yeah, it was passion. I felt it. And within a few minutes of the kiss, after stroking my tongue against his, I wanted to explore his mouth too.
So I did.
His teeth, his gums, the velvet of his tongue.
More passion, more need.
More.
More.
More.
Until I was suffocating, suffocating…
The dream… The dream I never recalled but knew only in feelings.
I pushed away. “No!”
“Daphne? Sweetheart? What happened? Are you okay?”
I was far from okay. How could I want something that scared me so much?
I wiped my mouth and nodded.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re young and—”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “I wanted that kiss as much as you did.”
“Then what happened?”
“I got scared, is all.”
He nodded. “You’re what…eighteen?”
“Yeah.”
“Not very experienced.”
“Not exactly. Just not any experience that’s good.”
He stroked my cheek, and I turned into his warm palm.
“We’ll go slowly, then.”
I widened my eyes. “You mean you want to…try again?”
“We already have a date tomorrow,” he said. “You’re not getting out of that. You promised me the world’s best pizza.”
Without thinking, I pressed my lips into his palm. “I never break my promises.”
Chapter Six
Brad
The chaste kiss I gave Daphne when I saw her to her dorm room door was better than third base with Wendy or anyone else.
I smiled as I walked to my car. Smiled as I drove home. Smiled as I parked the car in the garage and unlocked the door.
Murph and I lived in a condo my father owned just off campus. It was a sweet two-bedroom. I had the master, of course, and Murph the second bedroom. We had two sleeper sofas where our friends crashed pretty often.
Yeah, it was kind of a party house. But Murph and I both had 4.0 grade point averages. We got our work done before we partied.
I opened the door from our garage into the kitchen and yelled, “Murph?” before I switched on the light.
“Not home yet,” said a female voice I knew well.
Shit. Not tonight. Not fucking tonight.
I switched the light on and walked toward the voice.
Wendy Madigan sat in the living room in my leather recliner—stark naked.
“For God’s sake, Wendy, Murph could walk in any time.”
“And I’m sure he’d scream if he saw anything he hadn’t seen before.” She stood and walked seductively toward me.
“What are you doing here?”
“Getting laid, I hope.” She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hard kiss on the mouth.
I pushed her away. “You told me to fuck off the last time I saw you.”
“I’ve had a change of heart,” she said. “Right now I definitely want you to fuck on.”
Wendy Madigan had been my kryptonite for six years. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and a killer body, but the real attraction was her mind. She had a ridiculously high IQ with just a touch of cuckoo. A lethal and seductive combination.
I looked at her standing naked, her pussy shaved the way she knew I liked it. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts fell gently against her chest.
If this were any other night, we’d be heating up the sheets by now.
But I wasn’t in the mood.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be in the mood again. At least not for Wendy. Or any other woman who wasn’t Daphne Wade.
I did have a giant hard-on, though. One kiss from Daphne and I was a fucking rock. Wendy was already wet for me. I could smell her own brand of musk.
“Get on the bed, bitch,” I said through clenched teeth.
Wendy liked it rough. Rough and turbulent. She let me do anything I wanted, and what I wanted right now was to tie her up, put a blindfold over her, and pretend she was Daphne Wade.
Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe a good fuck with Wendy would erase Daphne from my mind. As high maintenance as Wendy was, I had a sinking feeling Daphne might be even more so. Maybe I should strip her from my mind right now…
…before she edged into my heart.
I wasn’t in love with Wendy. Not anymore, at least. We had a physical connection, one that wasn’t good for either of us. I’d been thinking about that a lot lately. This was my senior year of college, and maybe it would be best to end things with Wendy once and for all.
I’d loved her once—as much as a seventeen-year-old boy was capable of love. We’d fallen out of love long ago, but we always seemed to find our way back to each other. Our chemistry was addictive.
Despite the chemistry, though, we were horribly bad for each other. Our personalities clashed, and her temper was notorious.
The sex was pretty damned good, however.
I stalked into the bedroom. Wendy had taken her place on my queen-size bed, grasping two of the rungs of my headboard. I riffled through my top drawer and found the leather bindings I hid under my boxers. I held them for a moment, letting my fingers trace the roughness of the leather, the smooth chill of the silver chains.
Yeah, I was still hard. Fucking hard.
I was still fully clothed as I walked to the bed and bound Wendy’s wrists to the headboard.
“Good and tight, Brad,” she said. “I want them good and tight.”
“I always do,” I said.
Then I gave her boob a light slap.
I never left a mark. Well, almost never. Wendy actually liked it when I did. I gave her tits another quick slap and then her pussy.
She squirmed, and her scent wafted toward me. She was ready. Wet and ready.
I could fuck her quickly. We didn’t stand on ceremony anymore. Back in high school, we’d steam up my windows with marathon make out sessions, but these days, we were both in it for the fucking.
I’d never been able to resist her, and I wasn’t going to start tonight.
I’d met an angel. An angel who could be my future. An angel who was hiding something underneath her almost untouchable beauty.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy a fuck with Wendy.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Brad,” she said.
“I’m going to shove my cock into you. I’m going to fuck you.”
“How are you going to fuck me?”
I slapped her tits once more. “Hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”
She squirmed, pulling at her bindings. “I like it hard, baby. I like it really hard.”
Worked for me. I could never deny the physical chemistry Wendy and I shared. No, I didn’t love her.