Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Fuck.” I wrap my legs around his hips and squeeze as tightly as I can. “What else?”

“Your tits in my hands.” He draws circles around my nipple with his thumb. “Or around my cock.” He nips at my neck. “Or those dark lips around my cock.”

My yes isn’t even close to a word.

“But all fucking day there’s only been one thing on my mind.” He rubs me harder.

I dig my fingers into the counter. Squeeze my thighs against his lips. “What?”

“The taste of your cunt.” He presses his lips to my collarbone.

His fingers curl into my bra strap.

I reach around my back to unhook the thing. It’s messy, but I manage to get it off my shoulders.

It falls onto the counter behind me.

Ryan wraps his arms around me. He holds me in place as he brings his lips to my nipple.

He sucks softly. Then harder. Harder. Fuck—

“Ryan—” My fingers curl into his hair.

“You need to come on my face now.” He kisses a line down my torso.

His lips brush my belly button.

Slowly, he lowers himself onto his knees.

His fingers curl into my thighs.

I tug at my dress. Barely manage to get it over my head and on the floor.

I’m naked on the Inked Hearts counter.

He’s completely clothed. Kneeling in front of me. About to dive between my legs.

Fuck.

He stares up at me as he pries my legs apart.

My outer thighs hit the counter.

His lips brush the inside of my knee. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Leigh.” He drags his lips higher.

Higher.

Almost—

He nips at the skin of my inner thigh.

He does it again and again.

He gets so, so close, then he moves to my other leg, plants a kiss on my inner knee, and works his way up my thigh.

My body buzzes with anticipation.

Conscious thought flees my brain with every brush of his lips.