Crazy, Stupid Sex

“How shocked do you want to be?” he asked, his voice husky, low.

“Well, this would be one of those one night things, right?” she asked.

“That’s all I do.”

“Okay then. So if it’s one night—” she looked up, met his eyes in the darkened car, and playing hard to get was completely forgotten “—then you’d better make sure I never forget it.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I think I can handle that.”

Chapter Three

Of course he had a mansion on the beach. He was that kind of guy. A sleek, modern mansion that looked like a cubist work of art.

Windows faced the ocean, the moon glinting off the waves. Palm trees and oleander surrounded the property, making it feel secluded. An oasis on the crowded strip of Malibu coast.

“Wow. How laid do you get?” she asked, standing on the front step, waiting for him to key in the code that would unlock the door.

“What?”

“I mean, if your ridiculous lines at the bar hadn’t worked…this place…”

“It’s not bad.”

“I’ve been thinking of buying a house, but for now I’m in a loft downtown because…well, I don’t need a yard or anything. But you’re making me rethink.”

“I think a loft downtown is an excellent seduction location,” he said.

“You do?”

“I do. If you’d taken me there I would have given it up in five seconds flat. Any man would be powerless to resist your city views.”

“And now that we’re here, how long will it take for you to give it up?” she asked.

“Five seconds flat,” he said. “I’m impatient.” He pushed the door open and she walked inside, her hands shaking big time now. She was turned on, and nervous as hell, and for some reason the nerves element was only making her more turned on, which…which was making her teeth chatter.

It was a whole lot of adrenaline running through her just then. She needed to run a marathon real quick or something.

“Could you kiss me again?” she asked, as soon as he closed the door behind them.

“I was about to get to that. But I thought you might want a drink. I’m not taking anything for granted with you.”

“That’s…flattering. But I don’t want to drink. I want a kiss. Because when you kiss me, I can’t think.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

She nodded. “If I start thinking I might run out the door. I’ve only just wrapped my mind around this one-night stand thing. I’m a little shaky.”

“You flatter me.”

“Well, I don’t do this kind of thing.”

“I do. A lot.”

She laughed. “That makes me feel better. I don’t think it should.”

“Why not?”

“I should be offended that I’m just one in a long line of women you take back to your place for sex and good views.”

“You’re the only one tonight.”

“Screw you. That should not be hot.”

“It is, though,” he said, putting his thumb on her cheek and tracing a line from there to her temple. “You like it. And as it happens, I like your response. Because I would very much like you to fuck me.”

Her chest tightened, her heart rate speeding up. No man had ever, ever said anything like that to her. Ever. And she’d never thought she would like it. But she did. She really did.

“I’d like that, too.”

“So polite.”

“Too polite?”

“For a discussion about getting screwed? Maybe.”

“This is why we should just kiss,” she said, moving toward him.

“I won’t argue.”

Caleb wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, brushing her hair back from her face before he leaned in and captured her mouth with his. It was deep, intense, not like any kiss she’d ever experienced before. Hotter than any sex she’d ever had and he wasn’t even touching her body.

It was just his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

The little zip of pain that shot from her lip straight down to her core when he bit her gently rocked her. Shocked her.

And it made her think of him pulling her hair again. Bending her over the back of the couch. It made her think of hard, rough sex. The kind she’d never experienced.

The kind she’d always secretly craved but never asked for. Because Jason didn’t even want to go down on her, so what the hell would he have thought if she’d started begging him to bite her?