The Good Girl In My Bed (Dangerous Desire Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Lexxie Couper
Tags: General Fiction
from her throat, her pussy contracting around my cock.
We came together.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect.
I rode the waves of my orgasm, pumping my seed into Ronnie, her whimpers in my ear.
Finally drained and spent, I slumped onto her. Rude? Yes, but something Ronnie got off on.
Releasing her wrists, I buried my face into the side of her neck, supporting as much of my weight as I could on one elbow, hip, and thigh.
She lay beneath me, trailing her fingers over my back in abstract patterns that sent delicious ripples across my sweaty skin. “I love you, Lucas,” she murmured. “You need to stop being scared for me.”
I swallowed without raising my head. “I know.”
I couldn’t. The day I did was the day I stopped protecting her. And I would protect her with my life. It was only Ronnie’s existence in this world that kept me turning into the violent animal I could so easily be. I was a dark, dangerous creature without her. I could live with that, but I couldn’t live with myself if she was hurt because of me.
I would never stop being scared for her. Not of the dangers I’d stupidly brought into her life. Not of the danger I’d brought into her bed.
Our bed.
Fuck, what did I do now?
Chapter 2
I should have been prepared for what I found when I woke up.
More to the fucking point, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place.
I pushed up onto my elbows, squinting around the dimly lit room. Weak afternoon light filtered through the window, the sky a grey stretch of thin clouds behind the wafting curtains.
Something wrapped around my calves, stopping me from moving my legs freely.
I jerked up from the mattress, twisting to see what bound me. My lower back protested at the abrupt hyperextension and the sharp shard of pain shearing down my legs and up my spine.
Jeans. Just my jeans. Still half on, the waistband stretched taut against my calves. Christ, I’d fallen asleep with them around my legs?
Shifting on the rumpled bed, I yanked them completely off and then scanned the room.
Ronnie was not there.
A hot lump settled in my throat.
“Ronnie?”
Silence answered my call. Nothing to get too freaked out about. Our home wasn’t small. Perhaps she was downstairs in the living area or kitchen. Or in the gym on the bottom floor.
Maybe she was in the private shooting range on the same level. During the last seven days, I’d shown her how to fire a variety of small handguns. Maybe she was honing her skill. And skilled she was. If I didn’t know the truth of the matter, I would have bet good money she was a practiced marksman already. She rarely missed her target with any gun I gave her, except for a Glock. For some reason, there was something about a Glock that fucked up her aim.
Heart thumping faster than I liked, I climbed off the bed and hurried from the room.
“Ronnie?” I yelled, striding along the hallway. Perhaps she was in the room I’d set up as an office, ordering pizza on my laptop.
What time was it anyway?
I glanced at my watch. Fuck. After four. I’d slept for over three hours. Christ. She could be anywhere by now.
Beach.
The taunting thought scraped at my tenuous calm. I ground my teeth, glaring at my empty office. I thought I’d fucked the rebellious notion of venturing beyond the walls of our home from her. If she was at the beach… If she was exposed…unprotected…
“Fuck,” I muttered, spinning on my heel to head downstairs to the living area. “Ronnie?”
My voice bounced around the silence.
The living room was empty. So was the kitchen. An empty glass sat upside down in the sink, the only sign Ronnie had been there at some point. She’d had a drink of water before going wherever she went.
I clenched my jaw. Goddamn it, when I found her, I was going to turn her ass red with my hand. And then fuck her senseless.
She wasn’t in the home theater room. Or the laundry.
The lack of sound in the gym told me before I even reached the lower level she wasn’t
We came together.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect.
I rode the waves of my orgasm, pumping my seed into Ronnie, her whimpers in my ear.
Finally drained and spent, I slumped onto her. Rude? Yes, but something Ronnie got off on.
Releasing her wrists, I buried my face into the side of her neck, supporting as much of my weight as I could on one elbow, hip, and thigh.
She lay beneath me, trailing her fingers over my back in abstract patterns that sent delicious ripples across my sweaty skin. “I love you, Lucas,” she murmured. “You need to stop being scared for me.”
I swallowed without raising my head. “I know.”
I couldn’t. The day I did was the day I stopped protecting her. And I would protect her with my life. It was only Ronnie’s existence in this world that kept me turning into the violent animal I could so easily be. I was a dark, dangerous creature without her. I could live with that, but I couldn’t live with myself if she was hurt because of me.
I would never stop being scared for her. Not of the dangers I’d stupidly brought into her life. Not of the danger I’d brought into her bed.
Our bed.
Fuck, what did I do now?
Chapter 2
I should have been prepared for what I found when I woke up.
More to the fucking point, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place.
I pushed up onto my elbows, squinting around the dimly lit room. Weak afternoon light filtered through the window, the sky a grey stretch of thin clouds behind the wafting curtains.
Something wrapped around my calves, stopping me from moving my legs freely.
I jerked up from the mattress, twisting to see what bound me. My lower back protested at the abrupt hyperextension and the sharp shard of pain shearing down my legs and up my spine.
Jeans. Just my jeans. Still half on, the waistband stretched taut against my calves. Christ, I’d fallen asleep with them around my legs?
Shifting on the rumpled bed, I yanked them completely off and then scanned the room.
Ronnie was not there.
A hot lump settled in my throat.
“Ronnie?”
Silence answered my call. Nothing to get too freaked out about. Our home wasn’t small. Perhaps she was downstairs in the living area or kitchen. Or in the gym on the bottom floor.
Maybe she was in the private shooting range on the same level. During the last seven days, I’d shown her how to fire a variety of small handguns. Maybe she was honing her skill. And skilled she was. If I didn’t know the truth of the matter, I would have bet good money she was a practiced marksman already. She rarely missed her target with any gun I gave her, except for a Glock. For some reason, there was something about a Glock that fucked up her aim.
Heart thumping faster than I liked, I climbed off the bed and hurried from the room.
“Ronnie?” I yelled, striding along the hallway. Perhaps she was in the room I’d set up as an office, ordering pizza on my laptop.
What time was it anyway?
I glanced at my watch. Fuck. After four. I’d slept for over three hours. Christ. She could be anywhere by now.
Beach.
The taunting thought scraped at my tenuous calm. I ground my teeth, glaring at my empty office. I thought I’d fucked the rebellious notion of venturing beyond the walls of our home from her. If she was at the beach… If she was exposed…unprotected…
“Fuck,” I muttered, spinning on my heel to head downstairs to the living area. “Ronnie?”
My voice bounced around the silence.
The living room was empty. So was the kitchen. An empty glass sat upside down in the sink, the only sign Ronnie had been there at some point. She’d had a drink of water before going wherever she went.
I clenched my jaw. Goddamn it, when I found her, I was going to turn her ass red with my hand. And then fuck her senseless.
She wasn’t in the home theater room. Or the laundry.
The lack of sound in the gym told me before I even reached the lower level she wasn’t
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