Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I shift sideways. Fall onto the bed on my back. Turn my neck so we're face-to-face.

God, I love his face. The blue eyes. The strong nose. The soft lips. The sculpted jawline.

"Fuck me." I push my panties to my ankles. Kick them off. "Now."

His nod is heavy. Needy.

He undoes his jeans. Arches his back to push them, and his boxers, off his hips.

They fall onto the floor in front of the bed.

Finally, we're exactly where we need to be.

Nothing between us.

He kneels next to me and tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

He drags his fingertips over my skin with a feather soft touch. Down my stomach. Up my thigh. Closer and closer and—

There.

His fingers brush my clit.

Softly.

Then harder.

He drags his hand lower. Teases me with one finger. Two.

Again.

Again.

There.

He slides two fingers inside me.

Fuck. The pressure of his digits is intense. But it's not enough.

"Dean." I arch my hips, pushing his fingers deeper.

My breath hitches as he drives into me.

I forget what I'm asking for. Only that I need it.

He rolls the condom over his cock.

Looks at me with this intoxicating mix of desire and need.

"Now," I plead. This feels so fucking good, but I'm greedy. I want more. I want everything.

"Spread your legs."

I do.

Slowly, he pulls his hand away. He brings his first two fingers to his lips. Sucks the taste of me from his digits.

My sex clenches.