Page 88 of The Devil's Tattoo
“Shhh,” I murmured. “Don’t.”
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, I ran my hands down his back and underneath the waistband of his jeans, feeling his warm skin. He seemed to be unsure of my reaction, and to make myself clear, I sank my nails into his flesh, pressing my lips against the corner ofhisjaw.
“Are you sure?” he asked with a frown. “Idon’t…”
“Please,” I murmured against his lips. “Ineedyou.”
“Zoe—”
“You once said that you’d do anything I asked,” I interrupted. “I’m asking. I don’t care what happens next. I need youinsideme.”
He let out a strangled moan, his eyes closed. “I want you, Zo, so much. But after whatIdid…”
“I need you to fuck me, WillStrickland.”
That seemed to work. He let his jacket drop to the floor and pushed mine from my shoulders, flinging it over the couch. Without breaking rhythm, he tore my T-shirt over my head, and my hair cascaded wildly over my face. Pushing it out of the way, he trailed featherlight kisses down my chest before unhooking my bra and freeing mybreasts.
Teasing my nipples with his tongue, he said, “Hard or slow, Zoe? Tell me how you want me tofuckyou.”
When he spoke like that, it made my insides clench tight. I knew I was wet, and I wanted it any way I couldgetit.
“Hard.” I gasped as he pulled his shirt off and fumbled with the button of my skinnyjeans. “Fast.”
Kicking my boots off, he did the same, and with one hard tug, he pulled down my jeans and underwear in one go. His followed, but not before he pulled acondomout.
“Do you want it here?” he whispered against my lips. “From behind? Inyourbed?”
“Stop talking,” I complained. “I wanttocome.”
With a wild growl, he picked me up, holding my body against his. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed me against the wall, thrusting inside me andburyingdeep.
“God.” I gasped and bit into the skin of his shoulder, but he didn’t stop. He held me against the wall and moved inside me, his thrusts relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted hard and fast, and he sure knew how to give ittome.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he said through a grunt. “You make me burn. Just you.Onlyyou.”
He pushed me back onto the kitchen countertop, my back flat on the cool surface as he stood over me. Holding a leg over his shoulder, he didn’t slow his rhythm, pounding in and out of me. Seeing the unmasked pleasure on his face almost undid me. I’d never seen that look in anyone’s eyes before, and somehow, I knew this wasn’t just for me.This took him as completely as itdidme.
As I felt an orgasm building inside, I took my breast in my hand, kneading the sensitive flesh, while my other hand went toward my clit, which was open and wanting at this angle. As my fingers began to circle, Will gasped, his hand tightening on mythigh.
“Don’t stop.” I moaned as I began to come, calling out his name. Arching my back, I tightened around him, urging him to follow…and he did. The look on his face gave away how hard his release was as we watched each other fall overtheedge.
As he gasped one last time and slumped over me, I wrapped my legsaroundhim.
I ran my hands through his hair as the stubble on his jaw rasped against my naked breasts, both our chests heaving with exertion. The pure need I’d felt earlier was more thansatisfied.
“Take me to bed,” I whispered, moving against his length that was still deep inside me. “We both have some explainingtodo.”
