Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“From our apartment?”

“It is.”

“Can we really afford this?”

“It’s cheaper than living apart.”

“By how much?”

Not as much as I’d like. But—“I have plenty, baby. Don’t worry. I’m set on living here. I’ve paid first and last. I’ve put the deposit down.”

“Oh.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t ready. I can afford it on my own.” I slide my arms around her waist. Bring my lips to her neck. “But, fuck, Leigh, I want to wake up next to you so fucking badly.”

She leans into my touch. “I want that too.”

“Let me show you something.”

“Okay.”

I take her hand. Lead her to the other room.

Her jaw drops as she takes it in. “You got a new bed.”

“It was time.”

“It’s huge.”

“You don’t like that?”

“What if I don’t?”

“I’ll convince you otherwise.”

She turns to me. “How?”

“I’ll strip.”

“You could do that now.” She closes the distance between us. “Right here.” She plants her hands on my chest. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my hoodie.

“Do this?” Slowly, I undo the zipper of my hoodie. I shrug it off my arms. Stare into her eyes as the fabric hits the ground.

“Yes.” Her fingers curl into my t-shirt. “Do that.”

“Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “This first.” My fingers go to the hem of her cropped sweater. I peel it over her chest.

She raises her hands so I can get it over her shoulders and arms.

I drop it on the floor.

“Now this.” She tugs my t-shirt over my head.

“And this.” I undo the clasp of her lacy bra.

She stares into my eyes as she peels it off her chest.

Fuck, she has amazing tits.