Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Her hips rock against mine. "I… please."

I press my lips to hers as I drag my thumb over her nipple.

She groans against my lips.

Her palm goes flat against my stomach.

Her fingers dig into my skin as I rub her with my thumb.

I do it again and again.

I do it until she breaks our kiss with a sigh.

"Fuck." She looks up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and desire. "That—"

I draw circles around her nipple with my thumb.

"Fuck." Her eyelids press together. "Don't stop."

Like hell.

I watch pleasure spread over her expression as I rub her harder.

Harder.

There.

"Dean." Her nails dig into my skin. "God."

Fuck, she's beautiful wracked with pleasure.

I toy with her nipple with my thumb. Harder. Softer. Slower. Faster. Circles. Zigzags. Up. Down. Left. Right.

I play with her every way I can, then I move to my index finger and I do it again.

Chloe tilts her head toward the bed. She bites her lip. Squirms under my touch.

She's wound up.

Ready.

But, well, I can't exactly live up to that no teasing request.

I kiss her hard as I toy with her.

Her tongue slides into my mouth. She kisses back, aggressive and hungry.

Her need pours into me.

Her groans vibrate down my chest.

Her fingers tug at my boxers.

Right now, she isn't thinking about her test. Or her future. Or tomorrow.

Right now, I'm the only thing in her universe.

And, fuck, the thrill of that—