Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

The water is between us.

I bring my hands to his ass. Pull him closer.

There.

His crotch brushes mine.

He’s hard.

I want that. I want it here. I don’t care that someone could see. That I won’t be able to keep quiet. That I’ll probably get arrested.

I only care about getting my fill of Ryan.

He slides his arm around me. Uses it to hold himself in place as he toys with my breasts.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He presses his lips to my neck. “I ever tell you that?”

I shake my head.

“Fuck.” He presses his lips to my neck as he pulls one triangle over my breast, covering me. “I’m gonna come if I keep this up.”

“That isn’t a problem.”

“Yeah, it is.” He adjusts my swimsuit, returning it to its rightful place. “I’m not coming until I get those pretty red lips around my cock.

He pushes back, through the waterfall, to the massive pool.

I take back the control I can. Lead him to the steps then push off them. Back to the deep end.

He chases me around the pool, under the water, through the tiny tunnel, back to the packed shallow end.

He wraps his arms around me.

Holds my body against his as he brings his lips to my ears. “I’m gonna get you back for that, baby.”

“I know.”

He shakes his head. “No, Leigh. You have no fucking idea.”

Chapter 39

Leighton

By the time we’re alone in the elevator, I’m not sure which of us is torturing the other.

He tugs at the towel wrapped around my chest. Watches as it hits the floor with a thud.

His eyes trace my body. He does it slowly, like I’m a work of art. Like it’s the first time. Like he’s memorizing every line.

But is that because he needs every ounce of me?

Or because he knows this might be the last time?

No. We have another day and a half until the dinner. There’s no way we’ll make it a day and a half without stripping to nothing.

But then maybe he—

My thoughts dissolve as he brings his lips to mine. His kiss is hard, hungry. Like he’s claiming me. Like he’s desperate for every drop of me.