Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

She turns so we're face-to-face. "I want to feel at home in my body." Her fingers curl around my wrist. "Like it's capable of making me feel good." Her eyes bore into mine. "I used to. God." Her cheeks flush. "I used to love when guys would play with my chest. But now… what if I don't like it anymore? What if I can't feel anything?"

"You've never tried."

"Only on my own. But it's not the same. It's not enough."

Fuck, I want to give her that.

I want to give her everything.

My fingers skim her cheek.

Her eyelids press together.

Her lips part with a sigh. "Dean…"

My hands move of their own accord.

I trace a line over her chin. Down her neck. Along her collarbones.

Her voice is soft. Needy. "Don't tease me. Please."

She arches her back, pressing her chest against mine.

I bring one hand to the small of her back. Hold her close as I kiss her.

Her leg hooks around my thigh.

Her fingers curl into my wrist.

She breaks our kiss with a heavy sigh. "Please." Her chest heaves with her inhale. "I have to know if I can still feel good."

Fuck, I'm being a fool.

This is what she needs.

I peel her tank top up her stomach. Over her chest. Her head.

I toss it on the bed behind me.

She looks up at me with nervous eyes. "No one has ever…" Her cheeks flush. "Do they… Are they…"

"Fucking amazing." I bring my lips to hers. Kiss her hard and deep.

She rocks her hips against mine.

Groans as her pelvis brushes my hard-on.

Fuck, that feels good.

My hand goes to the waist of her panties. I drag my fingertips up her stomach.

Her breath hitches as I bring my hand to her chest. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" My voice is heavy with need. Fuck, I can't remember the last time I wanted someone this badly.

No.

I've never wanted someone this badly.