Page 77 of The Devil's Tattoo
“Zoe.” He stepped toward me, picking up on my tone. “I didn’t mean itlikethat.”
When he tried to wind his arms around my waist, I jerked backward. “Then what do you mean? Something’s changed. I’m notstupid.”
“Zoe, I didn’t mean toupsetyou.”
“You were okay until you got those messages,” I said quietly. I didn’t want to be that girl, but that’s what this was about,wasn’tit?
“What are you talking about?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as if he wereconfused.
“Yesterday.”
His expression changed, and he knew he wasn’t getting around it. “That wasnothing.”
“Will,” I hissed. “I saw how it got to you. Don’t say it was nothing. You hardly said a word to me when we got backyesterday.”
“It was nothing but an annoyance,” he snapped, and I flinched, stepping back in surprise. He’d never spoken to me that way before. His tone stabbed into me, and I was lost forwords.
“Shit, Zoe.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry. Ididn’tmean…”
He reached out for me, but I twisted out of his grasp. “You’re not telling mesomething.”
“You’ve nothing to worry about,” he said firmly, stepping into me before I could push him away again. “You’re everythingtome.”
His hands caressed either side of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes, and I saw such sincerity there Ibelievedhim.
“You can’t keep things from me,” I said and instantly realized I was doing the exact same thing. Maybe I didn’t have a secret boyfriend, and maybe he was telling the truth, but there were still some things I was holdingbackon.
“Zoe,” he murmured, lowering his lips to mine. “There’sonlyyou.”
I let him kiss me, long and slow, his lips firm against my own, and his tongue against mine. I let him consume me and takemyfear.
My back hit the wall as his hands became more fevered, finding their way underneath myshirt.
“Do you want to come?” he asked huskily, unbuttoning myshorts.
“Will.” I groaned as his fingers found that place between my legs and begancircling.
“Only if you want it,” he said breathlessly, nibbling on my neck. “Only if you’llletme.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I pushed my hand down the front of his jeans instead and let my body take over, squashing all rational thought someplace else. Wrapping my hand around his hard length, I squeezed lightly. It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled my shorts and underwear off, and his jeans dropped to hisknees.
Grinding himself into my clit, he moaned against my lips. “Let me fuck you, Zoe. Let me be inside you. Ineedyou.”
I don’t know where the condom came from, but suddenly, he lifted me up, and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, opening myself up to him. We were still mostly dressed, the intimacy of skin on skin gone, and I knew this time was different. Positioning me on top of the table, he took my mouth in a hard, fevered kiss, his tip against my opening. I clenched in anticipation, wanting to feel him as much as he seemed toneedme.
“God,” he growled, sinking deep. “You’remine.”
Throwing my head back, I groaned as a painful, passionateneedfilled me. Right now, there was nothing but this, and Will didn’t stop. He thrust deep inside me, hard, fast, and relentless as he fucked me on top of the table. This wasn’t love or tenderness. This was raw sex. This was just two people who needed to fuck to feel alive. This was as real as it was goingtoget.
My hands latched onto his shoulders, fingertips digging deep as flesh pounded into flesh, a blinding orgasm building inside of me. When I came, I came hard, tightening around him as he prolonged the sensation until I lost all sense of where I was. Then he came just as hard, growling my name over and over until with one last thrust, he stilled, tremors rocking through both of our exhaustedbodies.
His gaze met mine, both of us too spent to find each other’s lips, let alone talk. I thought he’d stripped me bare before, but that was nothing compared to what he just didtome.
As my mind slowly came back, I couldn’t help but think he’d just gotten one over me. That he’d just silenced me with sex. I wasn’t sure how I shouldtakeit.
He said I was his, but was hestillmine?
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