A Baby for the Bad Boy by Michelle Hart

scarred physique. His chest was carved perfectly and dark tattoos of all types littered his skin. Deep scars ran across his shoulders and back. A huge tattoo that said: Dark Steel was written across his pecs. My cheeks flushed and I wanted to look away out of embarrassment but his body was captivating. A strong desire was taking root in the pit of my stomach.
     
    I spotted the wound on the right shoulder and it looked pretty bad. “Maybe you should go to the hospital?” I asked hesitantly.
     
    Ace glanced at his arm. “It's just a flesh wound. Trust me, I've had worse.” I ran the tips of my fingers over his scars—I could believe him.
     
    I pulled out a gauze pad and poured some alcohol on it. “This is probably going to hurt.”
     
    “I can take it,” he murmured.
     
    I dabbed the wound and Ace howled from the sudden pain. I wiped away the dried blood while Ace focused his eyes on me, panting. The bullet took out a chunk of his arm but it didn't look so bad now once it was cleaned. Our heads were close together and it took all the willpower in the universe to keep myself from kissing him. I taped a square patch to his arm. “Good as new.”
     
    Ace stared at me, his face inching closer to mine. Oh my! I closed my eyes and embraced his lips. He tasted like dirty cigarettes and booze—exactly what I thought a man like him would taste like. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, drinking in my kiss. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't focus my thoughts anymore. His tongue invaded my mouth and my heartbeat spiked.
     
    Ace broke away. “I've been wanting to do that to you ever since I first saw you.”
     
    “Then don't stop,” I whispered, my eyes half open.
     
    Ace returned to my mouth, discovering it with his tongue. His fingers ran through my hair and I moaned against his lips. He bent my head to the side, revealing my bare neck. His kisses sent shivers down my spine as he ran his lips across my skin. He lowered the strap of my dress down and kissed my shoulder. I never wanted him to stop.
     
    He dropped the other strap until my dress had nothing to hang onto. My breasts were revealed in a black bra. My chest heaved up and down from my heart trying to burst through. Ace trailed his fingers over my mountains and lightly kissed the peaks. His hands disappeared around my back and deftly unhooked my bra. My bountiful breasts were released and Ace licked his lips. I swung my hair behind my back to give him an unobstructed view.
     
    “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.
     
    My whole body flushed crimson and I shook my head, staring at the floor.
     
    Ace placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head. “You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met.” His words warmed me all over. A slippery wetness grew between my thighs. I wanted him so badly. But I had to tell him. He'd find out sooner or later.
     
    “There's something I have to tell you...”
     
    Ace backed away, full of concern. “What is it?”
     
    “I don't know how to say it. It's really embarrassing.”
     
    Ace took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. How could the lightest touch make me feel so good.
     
    A surge of liquid courage flowed through my veins. “Ace...I'm a virgin.”
     
    Ace's jaw dropped and he burst out laughing, doubling over and holding his stomach. That was not the reaction I expected. All the confidence I had before evaporated into nothingness. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to run for the door and never look back.
     
    Ace stopped laughing. “Wait a second, you're serious? I thought you were trying to pull my leg. How could a stripper be a virgin?”
     
    I gathered myself. “The right guy has never come along.”
     
    Ace became serious. “Rachael, I don't think I'm the right guy for you. Maybe we shouldn't do this until you're ready.”
     
    No! This conversation wasn't going the way I wanted it to.
     
    I tried to find the right words. “That's