Page 176 of Tattooed Love

I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but I was moving, needing to get us to a bedroom before I lost control and took her on the couch.

Where her brothers could easily walk in, any minute.

“Wait.” She pulled away from my lips. “My clothes. If the boys come home and see them, they will know.”

I smirked. “I think they will know when I’m here in the morning.” I kissed her cheek. “When I’m kissing you.” I kissed along her jaw. “When I’m dragging you off to the bedroom.”

She laughed, and I loved the sound of it. It was something I’d missed, hearing her laugh.

“Clothes!” she said, and I walked us back into the lounge room.

“Don’t see the point in hiding the evidence.”

“You would if your brothers loved to take the piss out of you.” She wanted me to let her go but I wasn’t going to. She looked at me, knowing what I was doing. “You have to let me pick them up.”

“And you promise I can pick you back up as soon as you’ve got them?” I arched an eyebrow at her, not wanting her to take this opportunity to bolt from me.

She nodded her head, but it was the small smile on her face that had me easing her body down. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she picked up her clothes and I was taking in the view as she bent over.

Darn. So fucking perfect, and, just like that, my self-control snapped.

She had them in her hands and that was enough for me; a squeal left her lips as I took her legs from under her and carried her, bridal style.

My eyes ran over her again, drinking her in. I was going slow tonight. At least the first time.

Then that nagging question was back in my head and I found myself needing an answer this time.

“So, what’s with you and Tae?” I walked her up the stairs.

“Nothing.”

“Has he seen you like this?” I couldn’t stop the jealousy that ran through my veins at the thought that someone had had what was mine.

She tilted her head and then did something I wasn’t expecting. She kissed me. Her hands bringing my face to hers. She kissed me harder, and I groaned. She’d just got me addicted again.

I stopped at the top of the stairs, not knowing which direction to take her. As much as I didn’t want to pull away, I had to.

“Which room is yours?” I said, my lips barely from hers.

“Ummm…” She frowned. She looked so cute, and it wasn’t helping that her breasts were rising and falling sharply with her breathing as she thought.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. We need a room.”

“Door at the end, I think.” She frowned again, looking more adorable. “Cole put my suitcase in my room and I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I think your brothers will kill me if they hear I had sex with you in one of their beds.” I smirked from just thinking about their reaction, and walked to the door at the end.

“They mightn’t come home tonight.”

“I hope they don’t.” With what I was planning on doing to her, it was best no one was in the house.

I twisted the handle to the door, and opened it up. Her suitcase was at the end of the bed.

“Looks like you got the right room,” I said, slightly deflated that I wouldn’t be doing one of her brother’s worst nightmares.

She yawned. “Good. No brothers walking in on my one night stand.”

“We aren’t having a one night stand.”

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