WORLD’S WORST BOYFRIEND (The Bad Boyfriend Series #1) by ERIKA KELLY

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She was breaking his heart, and he was done with the distance. Reaching out, he brought her palm to his mouth and kissed it. “Wild thing, you and me, we go deep. Too deep for us to have a fresh start. So that means whatever bad patterns we have, we’ll break them together.”

“How?”

“Through honesty. Talking to each other. You tell me when I piss you off, and I’ll tell you. And then together we’ll find a new way to be.”

She was too still, too quiet. When she gazed up at him, her eyes glistened. “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

To his utter shock, she raised a hand and scraped the hair off his forehead. And it felt so fucking good he wanted to toss her over his shoulder and drag her back to his bedroom. Lose himself in all the deliciousness that was Callie Bell.

“But it scares me.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I think the reason I didn’t come home much, the reason I stayed away from you, is because of this. These feelings. There’s just something about you, us, that feels so right. And yet I know how wrong we are for each other.” A tear spilled down her cheek. “It’s just…when I’m with you, I forget.”

He kissed it away, and then another one fell. He kissed it, too, but pretty soon he couldn’t keep up with the tears cascading down her cheeks. “What we have? It’s rare, wild thing. Are we perfect? Nah. No one is. But together we’re magic, and that means it’s worth figuring out how to be right for each other.”

When she gazed up at him, eyes filled with awe and vulnerability, he claimed her mouth. That sweet, hot mouth opened up to him, and he dove right in, seeking the honey he’d missed for so damn long. She got up on her toes, pressing that lush body right up against his.

Mine. Every cell in his body acknowledged the truth: this woman is mine. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and she clutched at his T-shirt. He felt her relax into his arms, and he snugged an arm around her waist.

Not letting her go. Not ever.

Their tongues tangled and swirled, and it felt new. Their bodies, their touch, their connection, it meant something new.

It meant forgiveness.

He tore his mouth away and whispered in her ear, “Together, wild thing. Swear to God, we can do anything, as long as we’re together.” He licked her earlobe, placed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, all the way to her collarbone. Her fingers fisted in his hair, and when he bit into the plump flesh of her breast, she yanked a handful.

Oh, hell yes. Gripping her ass, he lifted her and carried her over to the wall. Rocking his hips forward to hold her in place, he worshipped that hungry, demanding mouth. The only mouth he’d ever kissed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking just over his ass.

When his hand shoved under her blouse and palmed her smooth, warm skin, his pulse thundered. She arched into his touch and, with a sharp exhalation, kissed the ever-loving f**k out of him.

Dammit, he was so hard for her, so desperate to drive it home, that he lowered her at the same moment his hips punched up, nestling him into the place he needed to be, the closest connection his body could get to her.

When she moaned, his need for her pounded in his blood.

But a signal in his brain reminded him that she still doubted him. Them. Which meant she wasn’t ready. He backed away, even though she was gravity and he felt the pull of their separation deep inside. He wanted her, but giving into his selfish needs might cost whatever ground they’d gained, so he reluctantly, gently, set her on the floor. She gazed up at him, cheeks flaming with confusion and probably embarrassment.

“I want you enough that I’m going to step away. Let you figure out what you want.”

Anger flashed in her eyes. “My tongue in your mouth didn’t clue you in to what I want?”

“You’re lost right now. And there’s not a chance in hell I’m gonna take my shot with you and have you regret it right after.”

About the Author:
Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life–she just didn’t know it. Raised on the classics, she didn’t discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she’s been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Over three decades she’s written poems, screenplays, plays, short stories, and all kinds of women’s fiction novels. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she’s lived in two countries and seven states, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.
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