Page 57 of The Devil's Tattoo
“What happened?” he asked again, the concern in his voice tugging at my heart. “Did I do something tohurtyou?”
“No,” I whispered, winding my hands in his hair. “When you called me baby, it brought back something I would ratherforget.”
“What?”
I hesitated, not wanting to give all the details. I wasn’t sure if I remembered them all, anyway. I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip, my gazedowncast.
Will brought a thumb up and caressed it across my lips, making meletgo.
“I went through a badbreakup.”
“Does it have something to do withyourscar?”
I stiffened at his words, and there was no way he could have missed it. “It had a bad effect on me,” I said, blatantly ignoring him. “I lost all my friends and my home. Deesavedme.”
“Zoe…” I could see the pity in his eyes, and I didn’t like it. I didn’twantit.
“Don’t.”
“I would never hurt you,” he said fiercely, his hands leaving my hips and winding throughmyhair.
“Iknow.”
He pressed his lips against mine again, and after everything we’d just confided in each other, it was the most intense kiss I’d ever had. Will’s entire body shuddered beneath mine, and he only had to shift his pelvis, and I would have come then andthere.
“While we’re on the confession thing,” I said carefully, “I do remember you that night. You know, atthatgig.”
“But you said youdidn’t.”
Ishrugged.
“Zo,” he scolded me with achuckle.
“You raised your eyebrows at me,” I said. “Veryhot.”
“You think I’m hot,” he declared, and the intensity of a moment ago shifted into somethinglighter.
“Does that work on all thegirls?”
“Eventually.” The smile fell from his face, and he let his gaze rake over my features, to my lips, and back into my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Zoe Granger. Youknowthat?”
He said it with such determination and raw hunger that I believed him. For a long time, I didn’t think I was remotely pretty or worth knowing, but now? “I’m beginning to believe it when you say itlikethat.”
“I’m going to tell you every day.” He captured my mouth again, sucking on my bottom lip, dragging his teeth against the skin. Gasping, I clutched the back of his head and pulled him closer. The feeling of his tongue against mine was consuming as our kiss deepened. My skin began to prickle in excitement as his hands brushed over my back, creeping underneath my shirt, and his fingers hovered just below the waistband of myjeans.
I had to move then, grinding myself forward over his erection and pushing against my clit. We both let out a tortured moan, breathing hard. It felt so overwhelming, and we were both still fullyclothed.
“Don’t move,” he murmured againstmylips.
I didn’t have toaskwhy.
“Not here,” he whispered, kissing the corner of my jaw, right underneathmyear.
“Later,” I said, and it came out as a gasp as I felt his tongue tease againstmyneck.
“We’llsee.”
I went to move off him, but he grabbed my hips and held me inplace.
