Bad to the Bone (Wicked Reads) (6 page)

“Get out, Vaden,” she said, her voice
shaking. She was angry. Angry he had insulted her. Angry he didn’t
want more from her than sex. Angry at his audacity. “You had no
right barging in here! Josiah will never talk to me again!”

“Good.”

“You’re acting like a Neanderthal. Get out of
my house.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“I swear to God, Vaden, if you don’t leave,
I’m calling the cops!”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You made your choice last night. There is no
reason for you to be here.”

He stood for a long silent minute, then said,
“I changed my mind.”

Had he shot her with a 12 gage at close
range, the impact of his words could not have been more
intense.

“Changed your mind? And I’m just supposed to
jump back into the fire?”

Rage, hope, desire and more rage collided
inside her. Did he think just because
he
changed his mind
she would drop for him like a trained bitch? And just what was she
supposed to make of that?

He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and
looked like a lost nine-year old when he said, “I don’t know what
you’re supposed to do.”

Olivia gaped. He sounded unsure. Not Vaden
the Terminator she knew and lusted for. “Changed your mind how?”
she rasped.

Vaden yanked his hands out of his pockets and
seared her with a hot stare. “I want to—explore our options.”

Her chest ached with emotion. Was Vaden ready
to commit?

Shocked by his one-eighty, she stood silent.
She didn’t know how to respond.

Vaden grabbed her arm and pulled her into the
bathroom. He didn’t respond to her shrieks and kicks for him to
release her. He turned on the shower and shoved her into it. He
grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed a glob of toothpaste onto it,
then shoved it in her mouth. “Wash every part of him off of
you.”

Open-mouthed, she stared at him. He stood
like a brick wall, staring back at her. Slowly, she brushed. When
she spit out the last of the toothpaste, he stepped into the shower
still clothed, crowded her up against the tile and kissed her like
she had never been kissed before. His big powerful body engulfed
hers. His fingers dug into her wet hair. Emotion exploded in
Olivia’s chest. Vaden yanked his lips from hers just so that they
hovered an inch away. Their hot breaths clashed with each inhale
and exhale. “I swear to God, Livvy, if you ever kiss another man—”
He clenched his jaw, and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Olivia, this is too much. You’re too much. I don’t— Damn it, I
don’t do personal.”

Olivia’s head swam, her heart filled, and her
eyes burned with hot tears. “Yes, you do.” She nipped at his bottom
lip. “And very well.”

Their lips crashed together, their bodies
strained.

Vaden moaned, and pulled her half top off.
“God,” he hoarsely said, “I love your tits.” His searing lips
captured a hard nipple as his hands traced down her waist to her
hips. He cupped her and said menacingly, “I don’t share.” He slid a
thick finger into her. Olivia gasped at the possession in his
voice, eyes and gesture. He pressed hard against her and nipped her
ear. “
Ever
.”

Wild for him, she ripped off his T-shirt, and
maneuvered his jeans down his hips. When she dropped to her knees
and took him into her mouth, he surrendered. “Jesus, Livia.”

He tasted good. Hot, salty, Vaden. He was
big, hard, smooth and she appreciated his manscaping. Ravenously,
she sucked him while she cupped his balls, gently massaging them.
His hips rocked, her pussy clenched. She was on the verge of utter
destruction.

“Livia,” Vaden said hoarsely. “That feels so
damn good.”

She looked up into his face. His eyes blazed,
his cheeks clenched tight. She slid her hands up his slick shaft,
then sucked the wide head of his cock. His body tightened, then he
closed his eyed and moaned as she took him all of the way down her
throat.

* * * * *

Vaden tried to hold back the rush of semen
that simmered in his balls. If she took him down her throat again,
he’d lose it. And he didn’t want to lose it. He wanted to make love
to her. Like she deserved. He reached down and lifted her clear off
the shower floor, then settled her down on his throbbing cock. His
knees buckled. He stumbled, catching his balance with a steadying
hand on the tile. Holy hell, she was amazing. Olivia threw her head
back and let herself go. Completely. He felt it in the way her
body, mind and soul completely surrendered to him. “Vaden,” she
breathlessly said. “You feel so gooood…this is so right.”

His chest filled with emotion. She trusted
him. But did he trust himself not to hurt her? He growled low. He
didn’t deserve a woman like Olivia Connor. But damn if he was going
to let her get away. He would not hurt her. That he vowed to
himself.

Dripping wet, still connected to her, Vaden
strode with her to the bed, then collapsed against her. He took her
face into his hands and kissed her. Like a blossom, she opened for
him, and he took all that she offered. He moved slowly, gently,
wanting to savor every second of every minute inside of her.

“Livvy,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m
sorry for being such an ass.”

She spoke against his lips. “I love your
ass.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he said softly.

Her big blue eyes shined. “Yes, you do.”

From that moment, he didn’t look back. She
accepted him. Plain and simply, she accepted him. He would not make
her regret that.

In slow, reverent movements, he made love to
her. He made love to her again and again. Until the sun came up and
then set, they made love.

In the low glow of their aftermath, they lay
entwined in each other’s arms.

* * * * *

Olivia could barely move; every muscle in her
body ached. The last eighteen hours had been so amazing, she wasn’t
sure she had actually experienced it. But Vaden’s flesh and bones
body beside her told her she had. It wasn’t a dream. She had never
felt more treasured, appreciated or respected. She felt empowered
and capable of accomplishing anything she set her mind to. And she
would. First on her list—Vaden.

Barely able to, Olivia, lifted up on an elbow
and gazed down into Vaden’s hooded eyes. “What options did you want
to explore?”

He closed his eyes and exhaled before opening
them again. “I’m a fucked up dude, Livvy. I don’t know how to be a
part of a whole.”

“I have some experience in that field.”

He traced his thumb across her full bottom
lip. “You’ll have to teach me.”

She nipped his finger. “I’m giving you fair
warning, I can be a taskmaster.”

“I know. Those kindergarten kids are a tough
lot.”

“You have no idea!” She nipped his thumb. “I
have two conditions.”

He cocked a brow. “So do I.”

She cocked a brow back. “Oh really? Do
tell.”

“You first.”

“Oh, hell no.
You
first.”

“I don’t want you having any contact with
Ames.”

His adamancy should not have surprised her.
But it did. Vaden was marking his territory. But what about finding
out who vandalized her house? “But—” He shushed her with his
fingers against her lips.

“
I’ll
deal with your case.” Olivia
nodded, more than agreeable. “And condition two: I’m not leaving
here until I find out who trashed your home. I might not leave when
I do.”

Olivia lay stunned. Never in a thousand years
would she expect Vaden to go domestic on her.

She sucked his index finger into her mouth
and slid her tits across his chest. He moaned when she sucked his
finger deeper.

“I’ll take that as ‘yes’ on both counts?” he
rasped.

Olivia released his finger and hovered over
him. “Yes, on both counts.”

His eyes had darkened with desire. He reached
up and caressed her cheek. “Your turn.”

No sense in beating around the bush. This was
going to get off on the right start or it wasn’t. “Condition one:
we’re exclusive. And secondly,” she rushed afraid he would say “no”
to both, “You need to know—and not have an issue with—the fact that
I’m quitting my job and going back to school full-time.”

His eyes widened. But he nodded. “I can do
exclusive. I can do school, too. What school?” Relief flooded her
system.

She hesitated. “Law school.”

His cocked his other brow. “Are you going to
save the world?”

“No, but I’m going to put the bad part of it
in jail.”

He grinned and pulled her to his lips. “I can
see you as a kick-ass prosecutor.”

“Really?”

He kissed her. “Yeah. Underneath that cool
exterior you work so hard to maintain, there’s a tigress. And if
you’re a tiger in bed, you’ll be a tiger in the courtroom.”

“Just watch me.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

Vaden rolled her over onto her back. “Now,
dig those nails into my back again.”

Of course, she complied. Olivia Connor always
did what she was told.

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Karin Tabke

BAD TO THE BONE

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February
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ALL REVVED UP

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April
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TORN BETWEEN TWO BROTHERS

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Excerpt

Falon moaned. Pain mixed with an inexplicable
pleasure slid sensuously across her skin, sinking into her muscles
and bones, then deeper, to her womb. Moist heat trailed across her
nipples, then painstakingly slowly, down her belly. Anticipation
flared with a want so deep, so profound, she sobbed. Hot breath
hovered just above her mons. The need for more took over. Grabbing
the sheets she lay upon, Falon twisted them tightly around her
hands, afraid if she reached out, the sensations would evaporate.
She craved this touch with every cell in her body. She had lived
her entire life without it.

She wanted all of it.

Her thighs parted, her hips rose. Hot breath
fanned the tender flesh there.

“God,” she moaned. “Make it stop.”

Possessive hands cupped her breasts.

“Ah,” she gasped, melting into the erotic
pressure. “More,” she begged. The urgency in her blood demanded
more. More pressure, more intensity. Penetration.