Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Her arms slide around my neck. "I like the guy you are now." She reaches up to run her fingers through my hair. "A lot."

"Kay..."

She nods. "I know."

But she doesn't. Because I'm not gonna say shit about how this can't happen.

She looks up at me. "You... you're—"

I cut her off with my lips.

She's soft.

Eager.

Pliable.

I feel her everywhere. In my heart and my head and my bones.

My palm goes flat against her lower back.

I pull her body against mine.

Kiss her harder.

Deeper.

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Fuck, she tastes good. Like mint and like Kaylee.

Her lips part to make way for my tongue.

Her fingers tug at my hair.

Her nails dig into my back, pressing the cotton of my t-shirt into my skin.

It's like she's begging for more.

Like she's begging to do away with every layer of fabric between us.

My hands move of their own accord.

One slides over her ass.

The other slips under her t-shirt.

She groans as my fingers skim her stomach.

She arches her back to rock her hips against mine. Shudders as she rubs against my hard-on.

There are only a few layers of fabric between my cock and her cunt.

It's too much.

I need her naked.

I need her on her back on that cold concrete bench, looking up at me like I'm the center of her universe.