Broken but Breathing (Jinx Tattoos 2)

“Bullshit.”

She looked up at him with her lips parted.

“You shocked that I’m calling you out?”

“You can’t tell me how I feel,” she said bristling. Good, he wanted a reaction from her.

“No, but I can tell when you’re lying. Whether it’s to yourself or just to me I can’t say.” He ducked down and caught her gaze. “A few days ago we were fine. What happened?”

She shrugged.

“Was it Jole?”

“No. I should close the door.” She moved to step around him, but he snaked his arm around her waist, stopping her. “Fuck the door. You know that avoidance shit doesn’t work with me, sweet girl. I give two shits about political correctness.”

She swallowed hard.

“Are you going to start talking or do I need to make you?”

Fire sparked to life in her eyes. “I’d like to see you try, big man.”

“Remember, you asked for this.”

“Asked for w—”

He gripped her hips and lifted her to him, swallowing her protests down. She gasped. He took advantage of the opening, plunging his tongue into her sweetness. She had a complex flavor that hinted at alcohol and dessert. Two of my favorite things. Her fist pounded his back. He stroked her tongue with his, and she melted against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and fisting his cut. He hummed his approval. Her heat seared him through their layers of clothing. He spun and walked to the door, closing it with her body as he pinned her to it.

“You taste so damn good. Like candy.”

He rocked his hips into her and nipped his way down her jawline to her neck. The urge to mark her stunned him. She whimpered, and he studied her swollen lips and tousled hair, proud of the mess he made.

“I can keep at this all night. But I can’t promise to hold myself in check. A taste of you is never going to be enough. I want the entire thing.”

Her eyes dilated further, and he moaned. “You ready to talk now, or do you want me to continue?”

“I-I—”

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said, lowering his head and sucking on the tender skin of her neck. She arched her back, and he rolled his hips.

“Oh, Xavier.”

Her cries pushed him past the point of return. “I can’t stop until you’re crying my name now, little girl. I want to see your face when you come for me.”

Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. He thrust harder.

“Oh, sweet Jesus.”

She began to ride him, moving in time with his rhythm. Her body shook.

“That’s it, Sprite, let go for me.” He ignored the tightness in his jeans and continued to stimulate what he knew to be the sweet spot.

“I-I’m going to…” Her voice splintered as it yielded to a scream. She convulsed; her legs went limp and slid down. He hiked her up, supporting her thickening ass he walked to her couch and sank onto the cushion, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“What did we just do?” she breathed.

“Rocked your world.”

She smirked. “That you did, big man. I don’t think it was smart.”