Page 87 of Inked Heart
“Yes.”The word is barely above her moan as I imagine her hands on my skin.
I pull my shirt off and her breath leaves her immediately.Her hands move over my shoulders like she’s been thinking about this longer than she’s admitting.Tracing, following lines, learning me the same way I’m learning her.
“I like these,” she murmurs.
“I like you.”
Her smile flashes quick, warm, and real.“I like hearing you say that.”
“It’s true.”
She leans forward without thinking, or maybe she is thinking.Maybe she’s just done pretending she isn’t.Her forehead brushes mine and her breath mixes with mine.
“You make it really hard to think straight,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to think.Tonight, I want you to feel.”
Using her hair, I tilt her head back and run my lips down her neck.A sigh falls from her lips and the sound locks into my soul.I make my way across her chin to her lips and when she kisses me this time there’s nothing careful left about it.
There is no hesitation and no second-guessing.Just heat and hands and breath and the quiet sound she makes when my grip tightens at her waist.
She shifts again in my lap, grinding against my erection and drawing a low moan from deep in my chest.Fuck!I wanted to take this slow but how am I supposed to stay in control when my dream girl is grinding her pussy on my erection.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip.
“Damien, please.”
Her fingers slide through my hair like she’s done it a hundred times before.Like she’s always known exactly where they belong.
“What, Quinn?Tell me what you need?”
“You,” she whispers.“I just need you.”
Her own lips fall to my chest, kissing the ink over my heart and sending goosebumps across my torso.Her tongue peaks out and traces my nipple before she places a kiss there.
“That feels so good, Quinn,” I mutter, grinding my erection against her.“You’re perfect.”
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, a beautiful blush on her cheeks before she sits upright.She pulls her shirt over her head and drops it on the floor along with my sanity.She is wearing a pale pink lace bra and I can see her nipples through the fancy fabric.
“Fuck,” I mutter, wiping my hand across my mouth while I stare at her.“I’ve dreamed of this.
She blushes a deeper shade of red but her smile is beautiful.“You dream of me?”
“You’re the only woman I have ever dreamed of.”
“Oh, my.”The words are a whisper as they fall from her lips.
My hands go to her breasts, feeling the weight in my palms before sucking a nipple into my mouth while still enclosed in lace.She moans loudly, her back arching and I release her nipple.
“You’re incredible,” I mutter against her skin, undoing her bra and dropping it to the floor.“Your skin is so soft.”
“Please,” she begs in a pained whisper.
“You don’t have to beg me for anything, Quinn.I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
I twist us and lay her flat on the couch.I hold myself over her using my arms.
