Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

My tip strains against her.

Then it's one inch at a time.

Fuck. She feels good. Mine.

It's the only thing in my head.

Iris is mine.

She trusts me. Needs me. Wants me.

Not the carefree guy I convince everyone else I am.

Me.

I kiss her harder.

She holds my head against hers, rocks her hips to meet me.

We move together, groan together, breathe together.

We stay locked like that for ages.

Until she's there, groaning against my lips as she comes.

Then I'm there, digging my fingers into her skin, pulli

ng her closer, pumping deeper.

I groan her name as I come.

My cock pulses. Pleasure floods my body. But it's more than satisfaction.

It's everything.

She's everything.

And this is everything.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Walker

I wake up with Iris in my arms.

The world is brighter. The air is sweeter. The coffee tastes better.

She doesn't even blink when I remind her we have a surfing date.

This is perfect. It's what I need.

She's what I need.

* * *

"How am I already melting?" Iris bends her elbow to reach her wetsuit's zipper. "Ah." She grabs it, pulls it down two inches, rolls the Lycra off her shoulders.

"'Cause it works." I move behind her. Roll it back up her shoulders.