Page 65 of Double the Redemption

When he whipped her around, her butt hit the counter with a thump. Loving the new position, she moaned. She could feel all of him. The hard muscles of his stomach—she knew he worked out—pressed against her center, and the bulge against the bottom of her ass.

Her back arched, craving the sparks that shot through her from the friction he gave her. Her clit throbbed, needing more.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, and he took control, leaving her a quivering mess. Gripping his hair, she tugged it, making him grunt then moan into her mouth as he pressed his hips tighter against her.

“Fuck, baby, we have to stop,” he rasped, a desperate note in his voice.

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t what you want tonight, and as much as I want to take you over to that couch and fuck you until we’re both spent, I won’t have you hating me in the morning. So we need to stop.”

Well, there was nothing like that kind of statement to throw her back into reality.

Horror and embarrassment rushed through her, dousing the desire pooling in her belly. Oh my God, what had she done? What kind of wanton hussy had she become?

“Uh-uh, none of that,” Ink rasped. His grip on her hair tightened, and she gasped at the sting, unable to look away from him. It also silenced the barrage of thoughts in her head. He had her full attention. “You’re not going to doubt this or be embarrassed, Naomi. What just happened has been a long time coming, and it was exactly what we both wanted. Needed.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but she snapped it shut.

His lips quirked, but he didn’t release her. “Are you going to freak out if I let you go? Or do you need me to hold you a bit longer?”

Hold me, please.

Nope, she wasn’t going to say that. Nope. She needed to get a grip, or he was going to think she was a lunatic.

“You can let me go.” She wanted to curse the husky tone of her voice, especially with the way his pupils dilated.

He leaned down and gave her one last kiss, making her melt once more, before helping her down from the counter. Her legs were jelly, so she had to grip it to keep from falling on her ass.

If this was the way he kissed, what would it be like if she let him fuck her?

She bit back a whimper as images filled her head. Images she had no business picturing. No, she couldn’t go there. She was liable to do something stupid and drag him to the couch as he’d said.

Or the floor. Shower. Over the counter. The list was endless …

Ink let out a pained groan. “Baby, I’m leaving, or I’m not keeping my hands to myself. You need to go to bed. Or take a cold shower. Something. And I’m going to do the same. I’ll be back in the morning to see you and Asher before I have to head to the shop.”

The mention of her son should have been enough to clear her mind, but all she could wonder was whether he would kiss her again.

“Fuck. Goodnight, baby.”

Ink practically ran for the door, then he shut it quietly behind him.

With the click echoing in her head, she slowly sank to the floor, unable to support herself any longer.

What the hell had she just done?

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, her mind spinning until she startled as someone slid down beside her.

Karissa sat there, grinning. “That good, huh? I always figured he would be. Not that I’ve ever wanted to know for myself—Razor’s always been the one for me—but he’s got that look about him.”

Naomi blinked at her.

Karissa laughed. “Damn, he was definitely good if he’s melted those smart brain cells of yours.”

The words were the slap she needed, and her face flamed. “Oh my God, did you see us?”

“Babe, he looked just as stupefied as you do when he left. It wasn’t hard to figure it out. He didn’t even acknowledge me when I called out to ask if he locked the door. So, being the good bodyguard I am, I came down to see for myself. When I opened the door and saw you sitting here, it was the final piece I needed to figure it out.” She nudged her shoulder. “Which means you need to spill the tea, girl.”