Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Ryan.” She turns her head to one side as she groans my name again and again.

She pulses against my fingers as she comes.

When she’s finished, I release her. Bring my hand to my lips. Suck the taste of her from my fingertips.

She stares at me in a trance. Lust or love or need, I don’t know. But I know I need it.

All of it.

“Take off your dress,” I demand.

“Take off your suit.”

“Come here.”

She moves closer. Undoes the knot of my tie and tosses it aside. Fumbles over my buttons. Pushes my shirt off my shoulders.

I kick off my shoes. Step out of my slacks.

Her eyes stay glued to mine as she undoes the zipper of her dress.

She pulls it over her head and lets it fall to the floor. “Bed now.”

Her apartment is tiny. It’s a dozen steps to her bed. I fall backward onto it. Take her hands. Pull her body on top of mine.

She stares down at me with every ounce of affection in the world.

I drag my fingertips up her stomach. Over her breasts, collarbones, shoulders.

I cup her over her bra.

She reaches behind her back to unhook the black lace then slides it off her shoulders.

“Fuck.” I bring my thumb to her nipple. “So much better than I imagined.”

She groans as I draw circles around her nipple. “I’m safe. And I’m on the pill. If you’re—”

“I am. You sure?”

“A hundred percent.” She plants her palms on my chest and slings her leg over my hip. “I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“You are my dream.” I press my palm against her back to pull her closer.

She gasps as I bring her nipple to my mouth. “Fuck.”

I suck softly. Then harder. She tastes so fucking good.

And the way she’s responding to me—

Fuck.

I bring one hand to her hip. Guide her body over mine.

My tip strains against her.

Then it’s one inch at a time.

Fuck.