The Bad Boy Wants Me: A Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page A

I ever wasted so many years pining for him. On that happy day I will put in my notice and go on to my aunt’s house in Surrey and wait for Leah to join me for our victory backpacking tour of Europe.
    Sitting here in this fragrant steam, I see clearly that I over reacted. There is nothing to worry about. Everything is under control. I’m in charge of my body and my decisions. And in a way it is good, because he has shown his hand. He tries it on with every female he meets. Slut. Manwhore. Womanizer. Prick.
    So, now that I have redefined the parameters, I can relax. I wave my arms a little to circulate the hot water and exhale slowly.
    ‘Mmmm.’
    I start to chill.
    My mind wanders lazily away. I don’t check it. Whatcha gonna do? I’m in the bath. It goes to … Cash … no, not Cash, of course not Cash, just a man who looks like him. He is in bed. Between white silk sheets, his tan intense, some kind of lop-sided smile on his face. He pats the space next to him.
    And I, I’m in a slinky black nightie, my hair’s freshly washed and bouncing like a shampoo advert as I walk up to him with a sexy, totally sophisticated smile. As I reach the bed, he is so eager for me he jumps me and throws me on the bed. Before I can say, ‘You called?’ he has his face between my thighs and starts feasting his heart out.
    My fingers move to the hard nub between my legs. Swirl. Swirl. In the silky water. Ohhhh. Oh, Cash. Yes, Cash. Yes. Just like that. Oh, God, yes—
    Suddenly everything in my head disappears with a jolt. My bathroom door slams open, and my eyes open wide. Oh Good Lord!
    Cash freaking Hunter has dropped out of my fantasy and into my reality.

Chapter Four
    Tori
    ‘W hat the hell are you doing in here?’ I screech, ducking down so violently water slops over the edges of the tub onto the floor. From my position where only my neck and head are visible above the soapsuds, I stare open-mouthed with a mixture of disbelief and reluctant admiration at him.
    Oh my! So much gloriousness is on show. Obliques, traps, pecs, biceps, six pack. Actually, the whole works … everything is irritatingly tight, cut, evenly tanned and finished off in a gorgeous tattoo wrap of Maori art.
    The life-size posters never did him justice. He was a boy then. This is a man’s body. And that V, that’s a V to beat all Vs. He’s wearing faded blue denim jeans with the top button unbuttoned, and wait, what? My eyes bulge like a freaking TSA inspector’s when he finds a restricted item in some poor guy’s baggage. Oh, my, God. His dick is massive.
    And totally hard.
    My senses reel out of control and I feel hot all over. I could be coming down with a fever.
    ‘This used to be my bathroom,’ he says conversationally, as he steps into the bathroom and closes the door.
    His hair is endearingly sleep-mussed, and his lips are slightly swollen and red, the way children’s are when they first wake up, so it’s damn hard to remain infuriated and forbidding, especially when my insides are buzzing with wicked thoughts, but a lot is riding on this. My plan will crumble if I don’t put a stop to this right now. I need to get him out of my bathroom right this minute.
    ‘It’s not your bathroom anymore. If memory serves, the guest bedroom has an en-suite. So: kindly GET OUT.’
    ‘I didn’t come in here to take a piss, wildcat,’ he says, his eyes all hot and crazy.
    Holy cow. ‘What?’ 
    ‘I’ve discovered I have a thing for ballsy girls. I’ve actually woken up with a raging hard-on.’
    Is he freaking kidding? ‘You’re batshit crazy.’
    He looks genuinely surprised. ‘Batshit crazy because I want to see my cock disappear into your sweet lips?’
    ‘How dare you?’
    He gives me a smug, self-satisfied look. ‘How dare I? I just saw you stare at my cock like it was a lollipop you wanted to suck.’
    I can feel color exploding up my neck and cheeks. I did make that a bit obvious. Fine, it was not a bit obvious, it was a