Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I can't push the thoughts away.

This is too intimate. Too good.

I rock my hips to meet him.

He drives into me.

His movements get faster.

He loses control of his breath. Pulls me closer. Groans into my neck.

He's almost there.

And I need him there.

"Come for me." The words fall off my lips. A wave of nerves follow, but they disappear with his next thrust.

I can dirty talk.

At least when it's someone I'll never see again.

It makes him groan.

And go harder.

And pull me closer.

A few more thrusts and he's there. He shakes and shudders and groans my name as he comes.

He pulses inside me.

It's satisfying in a way it never has been.

Slowly, Walker peels his body off mine. "You have a trash can?"

"Yeah." I motion to the one next to my bed. "There's tissues—"

"I see them."

He takes care of the condom then plants on the bed next to me.

I roll onto my elbow and look up at him.

His dark eyes are so pretty.

His everything is so pretty. Not that he's really pretty. He's more handsome. Exactly handsome. Exactly halfway between rugged and pretty.

He brushes my hair behind my ear. "You want to go for round two?"

"You can?"

His laugh is soft. "I need ten minutes."

I nod. Yes. Round two is a good idea. And maybe three.

But that's it.

Tonight.