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We’re squared off against each other, and it never occurs to me to step toward him. Instead, I wait for his next instructions.
I like that I want him to tell me what to do, which seems contrary to my independent and decisive nature.
“Come here,” he says thickly, reaching out a hand.
I place my palm in his and let him lead me to the bed. He sits down on the edge and spreads his legs. I gasp as his arms encircle me, then he leans forward to press his mouth to my stomach. A shudder races up my spine as his lips skim to my ribs. My hands grip onto his shoulders for stability because I want to melt into him.
Hendrix kisses his way up, grazes his stubbled cheek along the underside of my breast, and then his tongue circles the piercing in my nipple.
I groan as pleasure sizzles straight through me, a golden pathway of desire ending right between my legs in a deep ache of wanton need.
Hendrix hums his approval, moving his mouth to my other nipple, and my fingers find their way into his silky hair. He seems in no rush as his tongue laves over my piercing, and I almost lose my shit when he tugs it gently with his teeth. My hands involuntarily contract, gripping his hair to hold him in place, feeling like I’ll die if he stops.
Releasing the hoop and giving a tiny lick, Hendrix pulls back to look up at me. His hands go to my ass where he squeezes roughly. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My heart lurches over the admission because I hear the utter truth in it. I see it within his eyes, his genuine honesty. No one has ever called me sexy or beautiful before. I’m the tough chick, strong and able. I’m cute, perhaps, but beautiful?
No… no way.
“I’d say the same about you,” I murmur, feeling the blush of his compliment on my cheeks, “but you’re not naked yet.”
Grinning, Hendrix stands from the bed, causing me to step back. Holding out his hands, he says, “Get to work.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My hands move to his shirt, and I push it up his torso, but because he’s so tall, he has to help me get it off. Then I’ve got his jeans open, and I relish the buck of his hips when I have his cock in my hand.
My head tips back to find Hendrix watching me with hot, hungry eyes. I stroke his length and he groans, the naked desire on his face once again punching lust straight through me.
Instinct forces me down, my knees bending with an insatiable need to have him in my mouth.
I’m stopped when Hendrix puts his hand at the front of my throat and shakes his head. “Later.”
His hand then slides around to the back of my neck, and he hauls me up so he can kiss me. His tongue plunges deep, causing my head to spin. His other hand smooths over my lower back, down along my ass to the back of my thigh where he hitches my leg up. I feel his hardness between us and then he’s pushing me down onto my bed.
“Stay,” he says with a pointed look, which is absolutely needed because I want to lunge at him. I need my hands on him. But I obey, holding still as I gawk. He puts on a show as he strips out of the rest of his clothes. He’s quick, but that doesn’t mean it’s not entertainment. His body is stunning, a combination of lean muscle, golden skin, and a variety of tattoos I’ll take time to look at later.
And then I see it… right over his heart.
Rachel.
His sister’s name with a date under it… April 18. I assume the date of her death, and my heart constricts with empathy.
My gaze immediately drops not to his cock but his left hip bone where I see the very first tattoo he got when he was sixteen.
The Tasmanian Devil.
That’s adorable and totally a tattoo a teenager would secretly get.
Movement snags my attention.
Hendrix’s hand is on his cock, stroking it, and my mouth goes dry. He’s got a condom foil in the other hand and he has no modesty, coming closer to the bed for me to get a close-up view. The surety of his actions renders me a tumultuous mess. I feel so inexperienced compared to his sexual confidence, and yet the perceived disparity also turns me on.
Ripping the packet with his teeth, Hendrix rolls the condom on with such fluidity, it’s clear he’s done this a time or two. I don’t think about that in the context of who he’s been with before but rather he’s probably bringing a wealth of experience to bed with him. Just the fact he was assured enough to pull on my nipple piercing with his teeth tells me he knows what the hell he’s doing.
