Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,1

all of it smooth and lickable. He was tall, muscled, and his incredible abs were right there, for all to see.

Jesse was…beautiful. Utterly. The sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

But it wasn’t just his looks that drew me, I liked all of him. All that he’d let me see, anyway. There was more to him, I’d seen the secrets, the pain in his eyes, and I’d wanted him to share that with me, too.

He had his hat on backwards, so I could see his face clearly, and my heart thumped harder. His gorgeous green eyes, surrounded by thick, dark lashes, were so bright they almost looked neon. And when he aimed them at me, all broody and intense and full of heat, I turned to mush. My brain short-circuited. I was pretty sure I’d do anything he asked when he turned those eyes on me. Anything.

His jaw was square and sculpted, and it was obvious he hadn’t shaved in a while. He had a dimple in his chin that made him look even more wicked somehow, and a nose that I assumed had been broken more than once, turning pretty into brutally handsome. He sipped his beer, and his throat worked, leaving his lips glistening. His lips…God, they were full and perfectly shaped. Lips made to be sucked on.

And I had. I knew exactly how good they felt moving against mine.

I wanted to feel them again. Desperately.

Jesse could’ve been a model. I could easily see him in designer underwear on some massive billboard, that incredibly beautiful body on full display, a cocky grin curling his mouth.

He was so unbelievably gorgeous, it was intimidating. And I still had no idea why he’d singled me out a couple of months ago.

It’d been four weeks since I’d last seen him, since he told me we couldn’t see each other anymore, but it felt so much longer. I missed his silly texts and late-night phone calls, the heated looks, the careful way he was with me.

He didn’t say it then, but he’d broken things off because of my inexperience. I’d seen the way his eyes had widened in shock when my humiliation—that I’d only “done the deed” once before—had been broadcast to our entire table of friends.

And when we’d left the bar, instead of throwing me on the back of his bike and bringing me to his house to ravage me, he’d told me that his life was complicated—that we were over.

He laughed at something the guy next to him said, startling me from my musings, and it was like staring into the sun.

The light from the bonfire bounced over his colorful skin, making all those muscles look even more defined and highlighting just how incredibly strong he was. I knew this for a fact. I’d seen him fight. He boxed, was relentless in the ring, vicious…reckless. Like he didn’t care what happened to him.

I cared what happened to him.

I cared too much.

Jesse had teased to life a part of myself that I’d suppressed. A part I never knew existed and desperately wanted to explore. With him. He’d made me feel special, irresistible, cherished. He’d kissed me like he wanted to devour me, like I meant something to him—until he’d pushed me away.

Maybe it was pathetic, coming here like this. We’d never actually been together together. He hadn’t been my boyfriend. But there’d been something in his eyes, in his voice, when he’d broken off whatever it was we’d been doing.

He hadn’t wanted to end it, and I was going to make him admit it. Admit he still wanted me like I still wanted him.

I gathered the courage I needed to go over there—

He broke away, striding across the lawn, swaying a little, and headed inside.

Crap.

I quickly followed, rushing up the steps and into the house. Jesse walked into a room ahead of me. I wriggled my way through the sea of people, moving quickly past a couple up against the wall kissing. I averted my gaze—

Oh my God. People were having sex on the kitchen table. Others watched, drinking and laughing, calling out crude things.

It wasn’t like I didn’t know Jesse was a biker and hung with a rough crowd, but this was more than I’d been prepared to see tonight.

“You like an audience too, sweetheart?” a skinny, very tall biker said, running his hand over my butt.

I jumped away, and his laugh boomed after me as I rushed down the hall. I shoved open the door to the room Jesse had