Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Too intimate.

His thumbs brush my nipples…

Fuck.

My sex clenches.

I reach for something to steady myself. Find him. My first two fingers slip through his belt loop.

I pull him closer.

Until his hard-on brushes my ass.

Mmm. "Fuck me. Please."

He drags his lips up my neck with the lightest hint of pressure. "This first."

His teeth scrape my ear lobe. It's soft. Enough I feel it, but not enough to hurt.

And, God, how I feel it.

Anticipation courses through my veins. Heat pools in my sex. My body whines more now.

I force myself to savor every ounce of need.

It feels so fucking good, Dean toying with me.

I watch him work. He sucks on my earlobe as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. Softer. Then harder. Then softer again.

Every brush of his digits sends a pang right to my sex.

My nipples tighten.

My sex clenches.

My fingers curl into his jeans.

I tug at the fabric. Pull him closer. Arch my back to rub my ass against him.

Our jeans are in the way, but I can still feel his hardness.

It steals my breath.

Sends another wave of desire racing through me.

God, I've never been so full and empty at once.

"Dean." I tilt my head to the other side, offering my neck to him. Offering everything to him.

He drags his lips up my neck with that same featherlight touch. "Watch."

I do.

He keeps one hand on my chest. Drags the other down my stomach.

He toys with my nipple as he unbuttons my jeans.

I release my hold on him. Bring my hands to my hips. Slide my jeans to my knees.