Page 92 of I Choose You

“She’s traveling for work?” I hadn’t gone anywhere lately, either. Kody did more than me, but I was a homebody by nature.

“No. A vacation. A bucket list thing. She invited me. I had a chance to go.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

Then it hit me. The money? She couldn’t afford it? And still, she didn’t keep anything from that bonus I’d given her. She gave it all to her mom.

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Not interested in that location?”

She scrunched her nose. “I’ve never really liked the idea of those group tour things. If I could get away, I’d like to meander off the path, see and do what I want, not according to a guide’s agenda of what they thought I should experience.”

“I hear you.” I’d prefer the same.

“I do regret passing up the opportunity. Kind of.” She lifted her gaze to me, pairing the mischievous stare with a flirty smile. “But if I went, I’d been missing out on this.”

“This?” I licked my lips, not missing the coy way she gazed at me.

She sipped her wine, eyes on me as she swallowed then placed her glass on the coffee table. “Yeah.” Her nod ended with a slight tilt to the side. “This. You.” She set her hand on my knee. The pressure of her hand on me had me tightening my abs in reflex.

“What, you’re still curious if I have any ink?”

She smiled, sliding her hand up my leg.

I’d told myself I would wait for her signal. I’d let her tell—or show—me what she was in the mood for.

“Nah. I can tell. You don’t.”

Well, fuck. I didn’t. She was right.

“But I haven’t had a chance to explain all of my tattoos to you.” She drew in a deep breath, angling closer to me. “If you’re interested.”

I closed the distance, leaning in and capturing her lips. She grunted lightly at the impact, but my eagerness didn’t intimidate her. She wasn’t scared off. Her hands rose to frame my face, locking me to this kiss. From zero to sixty, we went from flirting to surrender.

I hauled her onto my lap, parting her lips and sliding my tongue in for a taste. With her slender legs on either side of me, she pushed closer, thrusting her tits at my chest.

“I’m interested,” I promised as she looped her arms around my neck. Leaving lazy, openmouthed kisses along her jaw, I shifted. Already, I was so hard. My erection strained to get free, and I growled when she realized it. She drove me crazy, grinding down on me as she let her head fall back. It granted me access to her neck, and I sucked on the sweet flesh beneath her ear. Her pulse raced beneath my lips, the rapid beat fluttering fast.

“I want to see every one of them.”

I lifted her in my arms as I stood, and she clung to me.

She smashed her breasts against me, locking her arms over my shoulders. I looked down, staring at her cleavage. Lines of black and red twirled close to the globe, enticing me to look further. To take my time and follow the map of artwork.

I carried her toward my room, impatient to see her sprawled out naked on my bed. All for me to feast my eyes on—and then some.

“I want to trace every line.” I squeezed her ass hard, rewarded when she squeaked and rubbed against me.

“Hell, yeah,” she breathed between kisses. She sucked, she licked, she nipped, and she growled. Every stroke of her tongue made me more desperate. Each press of her succulent lips on mine stole my breath.

In my room—finally—I tossed her on the bed.

She bounced, grinning that saucy smirk as she stared at me with that hooded gaze.

“With my fingers,” I said, grabbing her ankles and tugging her to the edge of the bed. These flats weren’t the same as those fuck-me heels that destroyed me the night of the engagement party. But they fell off with ease as I lifted her leg and ran my hand down her muscles, following the path of what looked like a tree.

I picked up her other leg and brought my hand up toward her hips, leaning down to kiss her. I left her panting, her mouth open as I lowered my face to her collarbone. Dragging her panties down with both hands, I stroked my tongue over the curling shape of the flowers over her shoulder and toward her chest.