Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

"Huh?" My brow screws with confusion.

He wraps his arms around my waist and whisks me to the spot in front of the bed.

The one across from the mirror.

He stares at our reflection as he drags my tank top up my stomach.

Oh. "I've never."

"You should."

"Now?"

"Unless it's too much all at once."

"No." Too much is just right.

I raise my arms so he can pull my top over my head.

He drops it on the ground in front of me.

His lips brush my neck as he unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders.

Usually, I don't like staring at my reflection.

Especially my unclothed reflection.

But there's something about his body behind mine.

His lips on my shoulder.

His hands on my skin.

Fuck, it's hot.

His fingertips brush my stomach.

My chest.

He cups my breasts with his hands.

Through the mirror, I watch him toy with my nipples. He runs his thumbs along my tender flesh. Softly at first.

Then harder.

Harder.

There.

A groan falls off my lips. My eyelids get heavy. Press together.

"Open your eyes." He nips at my neck. "I want you watching this."

I try to keep my eyes open, but it's a struggle.

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This is too intense.