Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)
"Fuck, should have known."
"That wasn't my primary intention. I swear." She opens the door and slides out of the car.
I follow her lead. Move around the trunk to wrap my arm around her waist. "So, what was it? Coming?"
"If I only wanted to come, I would have fucked myself."
"Go on."
"Oh my God." She hides behind her hands.
"I'm lacking details." I press my palm into her lower back to lead her through the parking lot.
Slowly, she brings her hands to her sides. "What is it you want to know?"
"About you fucking yourself? Everything."
"It's not that interesting."
"No, it's fascinating." We step into the elevator lobby. I press the down button. Watch it light up. "Did you fuck yourself in my bed?"
The elevator doors slide open. Chloe steps inside. She turns back to me with a coy smile. "Not answering that." She motions come in. Her expression stays easy. Distracted.
"That's a yes."
She presses the Lobby button. "I'm disregarding your question because it's ridiculous."
"In other words, yes." I wrap my arms around her waist.
She wraps hers around my neck. Looks up at me with need in her dark eyes. "Dean…"
"I'm happy to fuck you in this elevator. If that's your next question."
Her cheeks flush. "No. That wasn't."
"I know." I back her into the wall anyway.
Press my lips to hers anyway.
Her fingers dig into my hair.
Her lips close around my bottom lip. She sucks hard. Scrapes her teeth against my flesh.
Then she's parting her lips to make way for my tongue.
The reality of the day fades away. There isn't a single ugly thing in the world. Just her and me and all the need pouring between us.
The elevator's ding interrupts us.
The doors slide open.
"Fuck." Chloe pulls back with a heavy sigh. She turns to the door, eyes blinking, cheeks flushing with the sudden realization we have an audience. "Sorry."
The older couple standing in front of us laughs.
"You know how it is," I say.
They share a look. A best friends/siblings/been together forever and finish each other's sentences look.