Page 175 of Tattooed Love

But I needed her to want me like that.

Her hands went to my chest and I loved her touch. Her hands moved up and stopped on my shoulders. She didn’t fight me, as I pushed her completely into me and she dropped her head to my chest.

“How will we work?” she said into my chest. “I can’t do hot and cold again.”

Her breathing on my chest was welcoming. It was hot and sharp.

“We will take it one day at a time.” I ran my hands down her spine. “We can go as fast as you want or as slow as you want.”

She pulled her head from my chest and looked up at me. “You really want to do this?”

“Yes.”

“You’re willing to take shit from my brothers?”

“Yes.”

“You will stay away from other women?”

“Yes.”

“You will actually show me respect?”

I frowned. “I’ve always respected you.”

“You’ve always seen me as a weakness.” She ran her hand down from my shoulder and I could feel her staring at her name. She sighed. “What does it even matter anymore, I can’t give you my heart when I don’t have it.”

“I’ll help you get it back.” I held her closer to me, feeling like she was a second from bolting from me. “I promise you Amber, I will help you get your heart back. I broke it. I’ll fix it.”

She looked up at me, blinking back tears, “How? I’ve tried. I can’t feel anything. I kill without even so much as caring. I don’t feel guilt. I just don’t feel. So how, Jax? How are you going to fix the hole in my heart?”

“I’ll show you.” My hands went to the skirt that was at her waist and I slowly undid the zipper. I kissed her shoulder as her skirt fell to the ground. “Starting tonight, I’m claiming back your heart.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Yes you do. I broke it. I’ll fix it.”

“I’m not your bike, Jax.”

I smirked. Now, that sounded more like Amber. My hands went to her hips and I lifted her up, and, as if she knew what I wanted, she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Looking her in the eye, taking all her weight, I took one hand off her and pushed a stray hair that was in front of her face, behind her ear.

“Can I make love to you?” I asked, lowering my forehead to hers.

“You sure you don’t just want to fuck me? Less strings in the morning.”

I shook my head. “Nah sweetheart, I want to love you.” I kissed her cheek. “All night.” I kissed her forehead. “Every night.”

“You’re doing it again.” She sighed and dropped her forehead to mine.

“What?”

“Promising me something you can’t give.”

“Amber, I promise you I’m going to love you every day for the rest of my life.” I kissed her lips, at first gentle, but once I got a taste, I was going back for more. I was addicted to the taste of her mouth.

I had forgotten just how sweet she was. How had I forgotten that? It was like being off drugs, stone sober, and then you get your first high. It was sending my body into shock at first, and then I couldn’t get enough. The adrenaline rushed through my body as I greedily kissed her.

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