Page 10 of Inked Soul

If he didn’t have a hand on my ass, I would have fallen to the ground at the sensation. It’s been a long time since a man touched me, even before I caught my asshole ex-husband cheating. I forgot how much I enjoyed physical attention.

Releasing my breast, he lifts me into the air. My legs lock around his hips like I’ve been doing it forever. He marches deeper into the living room, laying me down on the burgundy suede couch he has there, staring at me.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

I know I should take a moment and think this through. Maybe even make a pro-and-con list before jumping in with both feet but I am so tired of holding back, always worrying, never doing what I want, and just this once, I am going to throw caution to the wind and just live.

“Good.” He smirks down at me, his eyes dark with lust.

He doesn’t waste any more time. Unclipping the baby monitor from my jeans, he fiddles with the volume before placing it on the coffee table beside us. Luke unfastens my jean shorts and slips them down my legs. He licks his lips as he stares at the apex of my thighs.

“No panties,” he murmurs, adjusting his erection. “If I knew that this morning...”

His words drift off. “What? What would you have done?” I ask, feeling a little more brazen as I spread my thighs wider.

“I wouldn’t have built a damn shelf. That’s for sure.”

He falls between my thighs, licking at my center like it’s his favorite treat. My hips shoot up off the couch but Luke bands an arm across my stomach to hold me in place while he feasts.

The first flick of his tongue sets off my orgasm and a scream tears out of me. He presses two fingers into my spasming sex, and I moan like a wanton whore. I’ve never been this vocal with a man but then again, no man has ever touched me the way Luke does. His confidence is sexy as fuck and I can’t stop it from affecting me. He wrings every drop of pleasure from my body before drawing away. My body is lax with postorgasmic bliss.

A cocky smile stretches across Luke’s face, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself above my body. He leans down and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I want to beg him to fuck me, to take away the aches inside me but I don’t get the opportunity.

On the coffee table, the baby monitor crackles before Tyler’s cries ring out.

Chapter Six

An Almost Happy Ending

Luke

The moment Tyler’s cries ring through the room, I know this interlude is over. Abigail is a mother and that will always come first. Pushing off her body, I quickly help her get her shorts back on and her top back in place.

I swear to everything holy, I am trying to be a gentleman here but the sight of a dark wet spot on her top where her breast milk is leaking through the layers has me feeling like a fiend. That was a first for me and I know I’ll be doing it again the moment she gives me a chance.

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