Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

She arches her hips, brushing her crotch against mine. “You’re not gonna freak out?”

“Not today.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.” I push her tank top off her right shoulder. Then the left. “You’re the only fucking thing I can see right now.”

Her breath hitches in her throat.

“Turn around.”

Her ass brushes my crotch as she spins on her heels.

“Put your hands on the counter.”

She plants one palm on the counter. Then the other. “What about dinner?”

“Bag’s insulated.”

“Oh.”

“Unless you’d rather eat first.”

Her hair falls over her cheeks as she shakes her head.

“I need you, Leigh. I need you to know that.” I trace a line down her spine, from the base of her skull to the waistband of her shorts, then back up again. “I’m not good with words. I can’t explain how I feel about you. But I can show you.”

Her nod is heavy.

“I thought about you all fucking day.” I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. “I’m gonna be fucking miserable without you around.”

“I won’t go anywhere.”

“You swear?”

“Yeah. But I’m not sure my word is any good at the moment.” She groans as she rocks her hips against mine. “I need you to touch me.”

“I need you.”

“Ryan. Please.”

“I want these shorts at your knees.” I trace a line around their high waist. “I want them binding your legs while I fuck you.”

“Mmm.”

“I want you at my mercy, baby.” I cup her breast with one hand. Toy with her nipple with my thumb.

Her groan is a mess of consonants.

“Tell me you want that.”

“Please.”

“It’s gonna be hard.”

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna split you in half.”