Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

I bring my hands to her ass and hold her in place.

Then I suck on her clit until her groans are running together. Until she’s pulsing as she comes on my lips.

She gets wetter. Sweeter. Louder.

I pull back to nip at her thigh.

She stares down at me, her blue-green eyes hazy with lust. Slowly, she nods.

I dive between her legs.

Flick my tongue against her clit. I start soft and slow. Then I go harder. Faster.

There.

She tugs at my hair as I hit just the right speed, just the right pressure.

A few flicks of my tongue and she’s there.

She groans my name as she comes.

Her hand finds my suit jacket. She tugs at it, tugging me up her body. “Fuck, Ryan.”

I press my lips to hers.

Her hand curls into my hair. She holds my head against hers as she kisses me hard and deep.

I keep her pinned to the bed.

Keep my mouth against hers.

Fuck, she tastes good everywhere.

Her hands find my belt. She pulls it from the loop. Undoes the buckle.

Then she stops.

Fuck.

Someone’s knocking on the door.

They’re still knocking on the door.

My brother’s voice flows through the wood. “You miss me?”

“Tell him to fuck off,” she breathes.

I could.

I want to.

But I want her like this. I want her on the edge. I want her aching for me.

I shake my head. “We should go.” I bring my hand to my lips. Suck the taste of her from my thumb.

Her gaze goes to my crotch. “You want to go?”

“I want to make you wait.”