In the Bad Boy's Bed by Sophia Ryan

his hand, pressed a kiss into his palm. "Yes I do. I want you, Nick. I need you."
    I felt a charge pass between us, the same feeling that always sparked into being whenever we came together. He wanted me, too; I heard it in his pulse at his wrist. Saw it in his gaze. Felt it in his breath on my cheek.
    "Ask your boyfriend to take care of your needs."
    He made a motion to leave, but I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. For the first time, I wasn't thinking about whether anyone from school saw me. I was thinking only of making sure he understood.
    At first he remained stone cold, but soon his lips warmed and moved against mine, and his body molded into my curves. The feeling of having him attached to me again pushed out the sadness and loneliness that filled me for days and replaced it with joy and happiness. My soul strummed with satisfaction.
    He broke off the kiss but took my hands in his. "Angel, are you back with Sean?"
    "No," I shook my head. "Never."
    "His arm around you on your ice cream date said something else."
    "It's a long story, but my parents and his found out we broke up, so they forced us to go get ice cream to 'work out our issues.' I don't know why he put his arm around me; I mean, I'd made it perfectly clear how I felt. And if you'd stayed to watch what happened next, you'd have seen me immediately move away from him, throw my ice cream into the trash, and storm off to the car."
    He smiled. "You threw away your ice cream?"
    I shrugged. "Too upset."
    "Obviously. And what about when you got home? Did you sit on his lap and kiss his neck in front of mommy and daddy and act like ice cream had magically worked everything out between you two?"
    I giggled at the ridiculous thought. "I locked myself in my room."
    "Ah. The spoiled-child-throwing-a-fit routine . . . bet it works well for you," he teased.
    "Whatever," I said and playfully twisted his nipple.
    He jerked back, making a big show of wincing in pain. "Damn, woman, I think you twisted it off." He looked down between us. "Do you see it on the ground?"
    I laughed. "Poor baby. Tell you what," I slipped my arms around his waist, "get me out of here, and I'll give you some really fine first aid for that nipple."
    He sighed. "Hmmm. Guess I'd better do what you say. No telling what body part you'll pull off next."
    "You got that right."
    * * * * *
    "Hurry up," I urged Nick, my arms around his waist, one hand crawling under his shirt, the other grabbing at the bulge behind his zipper. His house key was in the lock, but it wasn't turning.
    He growled in frustration. "Move back," he said. "I'm going to kick this damn door down."
    I giggled. "Move aside." I pushed him aside, pulled out the key, fitted it in again, grabbed the door handle and pulled it toward me, and turned the key. The lock unclicked easily, and I opened the door. I handed him his keys, a big know-it-all smile on my face.
    "OK, smart ass. Get in here." He pulled me into the house.
    The door had barely slammed shut behind us before we were in his room. His mouth was on mine at the same time his arms slipped around me. His hands splayed across my butt and pressed me closer to the hardness held in by his zipper.
    The fire that had burned low in my stomach since we'd left school now flared to life, consuming everything until only desire controlled my body. It ground my pelvis into his, showing him how I wanted him. I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, pulled it up his chest and over his head, and let it drop to the floor.
    My mouth brushed over his twisted nipple teasingly, lovingly, then the other one.
    My jealous tongue joined in the fun, licking the tiny puckered nibs until Nick groaned in pleasure.

    "That's some first aid you got there, doc."
    "There's more."
    My mouth wandered downward, across the valleys and peaks of his ribs, over his tight, muscled stomach, around his belly-button, to the waistband of his jeans guarding the treasures below. I moved my way back up over familiar territory to his