Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

My cock's whine is too loud for it.

Fuck, she's a lot braver than I am. Facing that. Telling me. Letting her guard down.

I don't deserve it, but, fuck, I want it so badly.

I want to become the kind of guy who deserves her.

Chloe licks the last drop of whiskey from her glass. Its soft, slick surface glides over my shoulder as she wraps her arms around my neck.

Her crotch rubs against mine as she moves closer.

Her dark eyes fill with nerves. "You aren't saying anything."

"Girl's never told me she had cancer before."

Her laugh breaks up the tension in her brow. "You get around. That's surprising."

"Is it usually considered an aphrodisiac?"

Her long bangs fall in front of her dark eyes as she shakes her head. "Alex left after I told him."

"Asshole."

"Yeah." Her fingers dig into my hair. "He wasn't committed. He would have left sooner or later."

Maybe. But that's not the story she's selling. Hurt seeps into her voice, her jaw, her eyes.

She isn't over her ex leaving.

Not that I blame her—fuck that asshole.

I want to punch his stupid face. To make him hurt as much as she did.

But that isn't gonna do shit to fix this.

She's still going to have the weight of that abandonment on her shoulders.

And I…

My eyes close as her fingertips brush my neck. Inch by inch, she presses her body against mine. First, her pelvis, then her stomach, her chest.

Her cheek brushes mine.

Her hands dig into my hair.

I've wanted a lot of women in my lap, but this is different. I want more than her body.

I want her heart.

I want her soul.

I want her everything.

And here she is, offering it.

It should be perfect. Easy.

Everything inside me is begging me to reach out and take her.