Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

He looks up at me with every ounce of affection in the world. “You won’t lose me.” He plants a soft, slow kiss on my lips. “This is everything I want.”

“But Penny—”

“I don’t give a fuck about Penny.”

“Then why are we—”

“You want to call it off? Say the word. I’ll cancel our flights right now.”

“No zip lines?”

“We can find some here.”

“No crystal blue Hawaiian waters?”

“Afraid I can’t find those here.”

“You’re that over her.”

“Yeah. But it’s like your rule—” He hikes my dress up my thighs. “Easy to say when I’m about to dive between your legs. I don’t blame you for doubting me. Fuck, I doubt me all the time.”

“You’ll tell me if you realize you still have feelings for her?”

“If you want to talk, I’ll back off.”

No. I need to feel our connection. “I want to not talk.”

He nods. “Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.” He pushes my dress another inch up my thighs. Drags his fingertips over my skin.

“Ryan—” my breath hitches in my throat. “I… please…”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“Close your eyes.”

I do.

He slides one arm around my waist and uses it to hold me in place. His other hand stays between my legs.

His thumb traces a line up and down my inner thigh. Higher, higher, higher, almost—

Then down again.

“You have no idea how much I think of you.” Up, up, up. “How badly I want you.” Almost—“You’re everything.”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Keep saying sweet things.”

“No.” His voice drops to something low and demanding.

Mine squeaks. “No?”

“No, Leigh. We’re done with sweet today.” He switches to his index finger. Drags it up my inner thigh with the lightest touch in the world. “I have a million dirty thoughts of you. I want you to hear them.” His fingertip skims my skin.