Page 71 of Ink

Ink’s arm tightens around me until he’s pressing me against him as I grind back into him. His hand slides down the curve of my body until he hits my knee. Squeezing on either side, he lifts my leg and guides it over, settling my thigh against his, the rest of my leg curling around him, giving him the perfect opening to slide between.

“Your skin is so soft. So untouched,” he mumbles against my neck, where he presses a kiss as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.

“Not all of it,” I say barely above a whisper, half hoping he didn’t hear me. But this is Ink. I should have known he would since he seems to hear everything involving me.

“It’s untouched by the only man who matters. It’s untouched by me.”

This time Ink’s hand doesn’t stop at my hip. He wraps around, slipping it under his shirt. His fingers lightly drag at a painstakingly slow pace up my spine, grazing every single scar on the way up.

Reaching the base of my neck, his hand wraps the ends of my hair around his fist, giving it a hard tug until I have no choice but to follow. My head bends back until I’m looking at Ink’s heat filled, bright blue eyes upside down. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment as he stares into my eyes without blinking. The only thing I can do is swallow as the heat from his gaze lights my body on fire.

“Every single inch of you is gorgeous. No, don’t shake your head,” he scolds. “I know it is because I’ve seen every fuckin’ inch.”

I look away, thinking it will ease the sexual tension that’s filling the room to give me enough guts to ask, “What is this?”

“You know exactly what this is, bunny,” Ink says with a soft edge before he rights my head and slams his mouth down on mine.

On instinct, my arms wrap around his neck as my hands find their way into this thick, black hair I’ve been wanting to run my fingers through since the moment I saw him. Giving it a hard tug, much like the one he gave me earlier, my mouth opens as his tongue slips in, claiming every inch of my mouth as his.

I swallow Ink’s low growls as he grinds into me, the silk of his boxers rubbing against my clit, making me whimper.

Ink rips his mouth from mine. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

“What?”

I can’t think straight with his body so close to mine and his mouth basically sucking the soul out of me.

“Where. Are. Your. Fuckin’. Panties,” he growls, repeating himself.

“I forgot to put them on.”

“Jesus. I can feel how wet you are on my cock. Your greedy little cunt is soaking me.”

I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by the nasty things he’s whispering in my ear.

Ink picks up his pace, the tip of his dick hitting the little bundle of nerves every single time, making me cry out. My cries only seem to egg him on. His hands are all over my body, touching, pulling and squeezing like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

My inner walls tighten as I start to feel that welcoming tingle. It’s dull, but it’s there. I just need more. Another whimper escapes me as Ink’s thumb presses against my clit, doing a slow circle.

“That’s it, bunny,” Ink encourages as I grind down on him, riding him through his boxers.

I throw my head back, resting it against Ink’s shoulder as I search for his mouth. He doesn’t leave me hanging, needing the contact as much as I do. Both of us are struggling to breathe as we ride the high together, ready to topple over at any second.

Just as I’m hanging off of the edge, a knock sounds at the door before Evan’s voice rings through. “Sutton? Are you awake?” The door handle turns as she slowly opens it, sticking her head in. “Gage is here, but I can tell hi—oh, shit! I’m so sorry.”

Evan quickly covers her eyes with her hand as she slams the door shut even though she can’t see anything because we’re both still covered by the comforter.

“I’ll tell him you’ll meet him at the shop! Sorry again!” she yells through the door.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I heard her footsteps take off down the hall. As they fade away, I let out a big exhale.

“Shit. I forgot to tell Gage never mind,” Ink says like that didn’t just happen.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I exclaim as I roll onto my stomach, face planting into the pillow.

“You can’t believe what just happened?”

Is he serious right now?