Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

"'Cause you weren't wearing your combat boots."

"Oh my God."

"You should have insisted."

Her laugh lights up her dark eyes.

"I'm serious."

"You are not."

"They're the essence of Chloe."

"Sounds like a perfume."

"Does it smell like your cunt?"

Her cheeks flush, but she holds strong. "What else?"

"I'll take a hundred bottles."

"It's ten thousand dollars a bottle."

"Fuck. That's steep." I wrap my arms around her waist. Pull her body into mine. "Guess I'll have to savor you the old-fashioned way."

She squeals as I lift her into my arms.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders.

Rests her head against my chest.

I carry her into our bedroom.

Lay her down on our bed.

She leans back on her elbows. Spreads her legs in invitation. "Should I put on my boots for this?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"You want it soft and slow or hard and fast?"

Her eyes fix on mine. "Which do I get if I wear the boots?"

"Sunshine, if you put on those boots, I won't be able to control myself." I sit next to her and pull her into my lap

She giggles as I dig my thumb into the sole of her foot. "Uh-huh."

"I'll split you in half."

Her eyelids flutter together as I rub her feet. "Oh my God." Her back arches. Her lips part with a sigh. "Don't stop."

"Never."

Pleasure spills over her expression as I massage her tired feet. "When did you get so good at this?"

I'm not. I just do what I can. "You never let me take care of you."