Bad Impressions (Revive Me #1) (8 page)

That made him laugh a little. But it didn’t last long. That pained look was back just as quickly.

“You regret it, don’t you? Now that you know?”

“I wasn’t gentle, Soph. Hell, I was drunk and fucked up, because of the shit that’d happened that week.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Still…fuck. If I’d known, I would’ve…taken my time with you.”

“Brad, it was—”

“Shit, Soph.”

A flurry of emotions played on his face. They shifted so quickly, that I couldn’t pinpoint any specific one. They all blended together. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Was he mad about what I’d told him? Did he feel betrayed, because he hadn’t known the truth about me at the time? I’d intended to tell him that night, but everything had happened so fast. And, as soon as he’d touched me, I hadn’t been capable of rational thought. The only thing I’d known then was that I hadn’t wanted him to stop; not for anything. I’d wanted him for so long and that night he’d finally reciprocated.
He’d
wanted
me
. There was no way I could’ve walked away from that.

When he finally spoke, I released a stilted breath that I’d apparently been holding in the entire time.

“I need to rectify this,” he declared in an off-putting, matter-of-fact manner.

My brow furrowed. What the hell was he talking about? “How?”

He answered by lunging at me and hauling me off my feet.

Before I knew what was happening, he was carrying me out of the kitchen.

Chapter 9

~Brad~

She squealed in surprise as I dropped her on my bed. She shifted around on the mattress, trying to right herself.

I watched her for a few moments.

Her entire body was tense. Nervous. But the way she kept writhing around, unable to keep still, gave away her neediness.

I pulled off my shirt quickly and climbed on top of her.

Deep pools of blue locked with mine, gazing at me with reverence. I felt a painful pull in my chest. She worshipped me. I could see it then. And I didn’t deserve it. I knew I didn’t. I’d done nothing but taint her. Hell, I’d robbed her of her fucking innocence, something she’d held onto for so long, without a second thought. She was seeing something in me that I couldn’t accept. A good man. A better man.

And I wasn’t that. I was dark and dirty.

She was nothing but light.
My
light.

And I was just casting shadows over her, dimming all the good and innocence in her.

I flinched as her soft hands blazed a trail of heat over my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut.

It was torture having her touch me. Temptation was overruling my head.

Unlike last time, I was sober, but I didn’t feel it. A thick haze of lust drowned out the warning that should’ve been blaring at an alarming volume. No, it was more than lust. Far more. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her.

I wanted to make amends, to erase my mistake from that night. I couldn’t bear the idea of her first time having been that night. She’d deserved more than that. So much more. Hearing those words from her downstairs, her telling me that I’d been her first, had crippled me. I’d felt sick. And I was still sick about it. The rational thinker in me knew that I could
never
make up for it. It’d already happened.

But I could sure as hell try.

At least that was what I’d thought until the moment she’d looked up at me as I’d straddled her.

Having her laying beneath me, gazing up at me the way she was, trusting me and giving herself to me…I was like the big bad wolf about to devour its innocent prey. And she was
so
innocent.

The right thing to do was to walk away. To send her home and vow to myself that I’d never touch her again. To keep as far away from her as possible. It was the cold, hard truth of it. Real fucking simple—on the surface.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Whenever she touched me, when we were together…
that
felt right. So fucking right.

I’d been with a lot of women and nothing had ever come close to what I felt when
we
were together. I’d realized it that first night and it’d freaked me the fuck out.

But now…now it consumed me.

“Brad?”

Her soft voice broke through my thoughts and I opened my eyes.

“Soph, I—”

“Stop,” she said, pressing her finger to my lips. “It’s just us. You and me.” I grasped her hand to move it from my lips, but she held fast. “No. Tell me. Tell me you don’t want me. That’s your only way out of this. No
I’m-trying-to-protect-you
bullshit. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing. So, if you’re gonna back out here, you’re gonna have to say it. Say it, Brad. Say that you don’t want me.”

Oh, hell.
Her eyes were on fire for me. For
us
.

I couldn’t hold back and I fucking snapped.

“Oh, I fucking want you, darlin’. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

My mouth crashed down on hers, taking her in a bruising kiss.

Fuck.
I couldn’t get enough of her.

I needed her closer.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me.

In the next second, I’d stripped her of her sports bra and crushed her soft, perky tits to my chest. I groaned at the delicious sensation.
Why had I waited a whole year to feel this again? I’m a goddamn fool.

I needed to taste her.

I eased her to her feet and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her tiny spandex shorts. Those things had been tempting me mercilessly for the last two weeks. I held her wide-eyed gaze as I slid them down her legs. She kicked them off quickly and bit her lip coyly. I’d never seen anything sexier in my life.
Fuck.
My cock was straining against the confines of my pants already and that look of hers threatened to push me over the edge too quickly.

I reached up and took her hands, placing them on my head. “Hold on, darlin’.”

Grabbing her tight little ass, I pulled her pussy to my waiting mouth.

My tongue parted her lips, licking the length of her. She was already dripping wet and I lapped up her sweet juices like a ravenous animal. She screamed and her legs trembled as I feasted on her with my mouth, tongue and teeth. She tugged roughly on my hair and the sting of it spurred me on.

I slid two fingers inside her.
So goddamn tight.
Her slick walls clamped down hard around the sudden invasion. My cock throbbed in desperation.

“Brad! Ah! I’m gonna come!”

I pulled out quickly and she whimpered at the loss.

I looked up at her and she grabbed my hand, raising it to her mouth.

Before I could even utter a word, she sucked my fingers, drenched in her juices, into her mouth.
Fucking hell.
She flashed me that sexy smile as she worked her lips up and down my fingers, tasting herself.

That’s it!
Growling, I drove her down into the mattress, pinning her beneath me.

I grabbed at the box of condoms on my bedside table, snatched up a packet and tore it open with my teeth. I rolled it on quickly and shifted my weight on top of her.

Gripping my cock, I rubbed it all over her pussy, coating it in her wetness. She moaned and writhed beneath me in a state of desperate need. Her nails dug into my biceps, frantically.

“Please, Brad. Now,” she begged.

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

I sank into her slowly. She was as tight as I remembered her being the first time and I had to still inside her.

“Try to relax,” I choked out, barely able to speak from the extreme pressure torturing my needy cock. I stroked her soft golden hair to soothe her. My free hand danced lightly over her clit. She’d been right on the edge a moment ago. It wouldn’t take much to push her over it.

When I finally felt her loosen her grip, I was almost out of my mind. She moaned my name as I started to move, slowly at first.

When she wrapped her legs around me and began to meet my thrusts, letting me know she was ready, all bets were off.

I couldn’t hold on any longer.

I lost control.

I pounded into her hard. Over and over again. Driving balls deep. Fucking her up the bed with every brutal thrust. Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears. I’d never heard any woman as loud and as wild as her. Her hands were all over me. Those sharp nails of hers, scraping over my skin. Her sexy lips smothering me with their wet heat. Her legs squeezing my waist like she was holding on for dear life. She was wild.
Jesus.

My fingers pinched her clit and she shrieked as her orgasm hit.

“Fuck,” I grunted as her pussy pulsed around my cock. Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through me, sending me over the edge and I came hard deep inside her.

Holy fucking shit.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Turning my head her way, I saw the hesitancy in her eyes as she looked back at me. “Come here, darlin’,” I said, lifting my arm.

Her eyes lit up and she snuggled against me. She wasn’t close enough, so I pulled her tighter to me. I didn’t know if she’d ever be close enough.

Sophie Clinton was my fucking addiction. And I was well beyond being able to deny it.

Chapter 10

~Sophie~

I woke up to strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I smiled as I realized where I was.

In Brad’s bed with him holding me close as we lay on our sides. He was spooning me.

Shifting my weight, I just managed to stifle a gasp when I felt his erection press into my butt.

“Mmm…don’t stop.”

I froze at the sound of his rough, sleep-infused voice. I turned in his arms to look at him. He was smirking at me.

“What time is it?” I asked, looking around in the darkness, completely disorientated.

“Around midnight.”

“Midnight? Have you been awake all this time?”

He grinned. “It’s been kind of difficult trying to fall asleep with you grinding against me the entire time.”

“I was not doing that.”

“You move around a hell of a lot in your sleep.”

“More than other…the others you’ve slept with?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. You’re the first.”

“What?”

“You’re the first woman I’ve slept next to.”

“Oh.”
Wow.
That was a revelation and a half.

He ground against me then, rubbing his erection between my legs.

I jolted in surprise. “Are you completely incapable of controlling your
thing
in any given moment?”

“My thing?” he asked, laughing.

“Yeah…you know what I mean.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

He grinned, his eyebrows raised in challenge. “Cock.”

“No!” I cried, burying my face in his chest.

He laughed. “You’re so cute.”

I shook my head in protest.

His fingers slid down to my ribs and I shrieked as he started tickling me. I squirmed in his arms, trying to get away, but he held fast. “Stop! Brad, no! I can’t breathe,” I panted.

He tortured me for another few seconds, before his fingers stilled.

“Come back here,” he said, pulling me to him again, my back to his front. He slid his hands up my waist and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently. I moaned at his perfect touch. It sent a spark of pleasure right through me and heat pooled between my legs.

“I love the little sounds you make,” he whispered in my ear.

I arched my back and ground my ass into his erection.

He groaned. “Fuck, Soph.”

I heard a rip of a foil packet and I cried out in surprise when, a second later, he slid inside me. His hand left my right breast and slipped between my legs. His fingers parted my lips as his thumb circled my clit.

“Oh God, Brad! Yes. So good.” I bucked my hips, trying to push back on his dick. He was thrusting at an easy, slow pace and it was driving me to the brink of insanity.

“No. Be still,” he commanded.

“But—”

He slapped my pussy lightly and my words caught in my throat.

“Shh. Close your eyes and relax. Just feel. No thinking. No moving. Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my neck.

I nodded and submitted to his command, relaxing into him.

“Good girl.”

As I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, all I could do was feel what he was doing to me. Everything was heightened. Every delicious stroke inside me. The way he stretched me and drove so deep. His thumb vibrating over my clit as his fingers held my lips open and vulnerable.