Page 19 of Inked Soul

Chapter Eleven

I Want More Than Proper

Abigail

I leave the tattoo parlor after Luke swears to let me know the moment they hear anything about Tyson. I don’t have Alistair or Skye’s numbers, but I do have his programmed into my phone now. He wasn’t happy when he couldn’t reach me earlier.

Heading home, I feel the adrenaline crash. My entire body is tired. It’s been a long time since I’ve worked in a life-or-death situation, and I’ve forgotten how much that can take out of a person. Tyler is still sleeping when we get home, so I put him in his crib before changing into some yoga pants and a tank top and falling down on the couch to get some rest as well.

I don’t know how long I sleep, but I do know what wakes me. A featherlight touch against my cheek and the same voice I heard in my dreams.

“Abigail,” Luke murmurs, pushing the hair out of my face.

Slowly, I open my eyes to see his face right in front of mine. I stare into his deep green eyes, losing myself in the depths. Dear God, this man could wreck me if he ever got the chance. I know that thought should terrify me but just like with everything else I’ve done since I first met Luke, I want to jump in with both feet and not worry about the consequences. I want to know what it feels like when a man like Luke claims a woman. And somehow, I know I can trust him not to hurt me even if I can’t explain it.

“You need to lock your door,” he says with a frown, drawing me from my thoughts. “Anyone could walk in here while you’re sleeping like the dead.”

“Shit,” I say sitting upright. “I forgot. I had a massive adrenaline crash and just dozed off. How is Tyson?”

Luke shakes his head with a smile. “He’s doing fine. Doc was able to fix him right up and he’ll be able to come home in a day or two.”

“That’s good,” I mumble but I’m not really focused on the conversation anymore. I’m more interested in the fact that he hasn’t looked at my face since I sat up. “My eyes are up here, you know,” I say, tilting his chin up.

He has the decency to look a little chagrined.

“I’m not going to say sorry because I won’t lie to you. But I’ve been thinking about your tits since last night. Hell, I saw these beauties in my dreams last night.” His finger runs along the neckline of my top, grazing the skin of my breasts. “I’ve always been an ass man but your breasts have converted me.”

A laugh falls from my lips. I love his honesty and the fact that he has his gaze glued to my chest once more. I feel sexy and desired, and I don’t want it to stop. I will put this all down to still being half asleep if anyone asks later but I quickly lift my shirt over my head.

“These?” I ask, cupping the blue lace-covered mounds.

“Fuck, yes,” he mumbles, leaning closer to run his nose between the globes. “Take off your bra, Abbi. Show me.”

Desire courses through me as I do as he asks. The heat in his gaze does things to me. Since having Tyler, I haven’t looked at my body the same way. My breasts are still larger than before and they have silvery stretch marks that I hate, as do my stomach and hips. But the way Luke licks his lips makes me feel sexy and desirable.

I’ve never been overly sexual, but he draws it out of me. Using my hands, I lift my breasts before pushing them together. The lust flowing through my veins has my nipples leaking milk and I can feel the wetness against my fingers.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Luke says before taking a nipple into his mouth, lapping at the milk before moving to the other side.

“Oh, my,” I moan as Luke pushes his way between my thighs. “Why is that so hot?”

“No idea,” he says, standing. “But I can tell you I want more.”

I can see he has a plan in mind but so do I. Before he can move me, my hands are working at the belt holding his dark jeans up. I think I catch him off-guard because he doesn’t stop me immediately. The moment I have his jeans undone and pushed down his hips, his cock springs free.

A shiver of anticipation and trepidation works through me as I wrap my hand around his girth. His dick may be around the same length as my ex’s, but his girth is impressive. My fingers don’t touch when I stroke his hardness, and I know he is going to feel so good inside me. I stare at the silver ball at the tip in amazement and trepidation. This will be an entirely new experience for me.

I lean forward and a hand on my cheek stops me. I stare up at him, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my lips. His eyes have darkened, the corded muscles in his neck visible as he strains to keep control. “I didn’t come over here for sexual favors. I just wanted to see you.”

My heart skips a beat at his words. He says exactly the right thing to make me feel like this is more than just sex.

“I’m doing this because I want to,” I say with a smile before I give the angry red crown a lick. “I was dreaming of sucking your cock when you woke me up.”

If he can be honest, so can I. I watch him swallow before he nods. Sliding from the couch, I fall to my knees before trying to take as much of his length inside my mouth as I can. Luke wraps his hands in my hair with a hiss. He holds me in place.

“Slowly,” he says, staring down into my eyes. “I want this to last and your lips around my dick feel too good.”

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