Page 62 of The Taskmaster
She gave little sighs as she kissed me back, and I held her close to my body, loving how fucking perfect she felt against me. Like she was meant to be in my arms, because she was mine. She placed her hands on my chest as we kissed. I wanted her hands on me always. To always feel the warmth and calm that she elicited in my soul. My whole life, my soul had been scarred, burnt, twisted and contorted into something I thought no one could ever find appealing. A soul no one would want. But she wanted me. Right now, she wanted me so badly, I could feel it in the scrape of her nails as she scratched them lightly down my chest. In the way she pressed her body against mine, her sighs begging for more. And by the way she kissed me back, her tongue teasing me frantically, brazenly, so unashamed in her need for more.
I stopped kissing her for a moment, pulling away but keeping my head close to hers as I said, “You need to go lower to find what you’re looking for.”
Her eyes were hooded, heated lust burning in her stare, and she bit her lip, giving me the sexiest sigh before replying, “That’s the second time you’ve kissed me tonight.”
“You didn’t mention anything about it the first time. You played it off as if nothing had happened, and I thought maybe it hadn’t stuck, so I tried again.”
“It wasn’t nothing,” she said, her fingers tracing slow circles on my stomach. “I was distracted.”
“Too distracted to know what was going on here?” I asked, leaning into her again, and brushing my lips against hers before pulling away slowly. Teasing us both with a whisper of a kiss.
“What is going on here?” she asked, her chest rising rapidly as she quietly panted.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
She shook her head, but she knew.
“I want you,” I stated plainly.
I’d never wanted anything so desperately in my whole life.
She took a moment to digest what I’d said. Then she leaned into me and placed her lips against mine as she whispered, “I suppose you’ve given me a few subtle clues. And some not-so-subtle ones.”
I leaned back, quirking my brow with a smirk. “I’m all about solving clues, but you’ve forgotten one tiny detail.”
“Which is?”
“I always get what I want, and I always win.”
“You like playing games, don’t you?” she stated, a devilish grin spreading on her pretty face.
I pressed my forehead to hers.
“Keep looking for the tattoo and you’ll find out exactly how much.”
I took a step back and popped the first button on my jeans. Abigail’s hands fell to her sides as she stared at my hand and gave a barely audible gasp.
“Don’t be shy,” I said, popping more buttons. “You can touch me anywhere.”
She was hesitant at first, flexing her fingers and second guessing herself. I could tell she didn’t know if she should, so I made that decision for her. I grabbed her hand, placing her fingers just above the waistband of my jeans.
She grew more confident as her fingers traced over the dice I had tattooed there. “A player.” She sighed. “Definitely a player.”
“Close, but no. I’m not the player you think I am.”
My heart was beating out of my chest, pounding against my ribs as if it was desperate to escape the confines of my body and burst free. It wasn’t the only part of me that felt like that. My dick was throbbing. Hard as fucking stone, and begging for her touch.
I knew she needed another little nudge. A push to coax her into doing what she wanted. To really let go. So, I stepped up again. I pushed my jeans down my thighs, letting my dick spring free, and when she saw it, her mouth fell open.
“You’re pierced,” she gasped. Yes, I’d taken ownership of every inch of my body after it’d been stolen from me all those years ago, and that included my cock.
“It’s a magic cross.”
“Did it hurt?” she asked, and the blush on her cheeks made me smile.
I wanted to reply that I welcomed the pain. That I liked being in control of what happened to my cock, but that wasn’t something I wanted to bring to this moment. So I said, “No. It didn’t hurt. And when I get hard, it feels fucking amazing.” She swallowed, her eyes still glued to my cock. “It feels amazing at other times, too.”
I could tell she was unsure how to act, what to do, and I wanted to keep us both in the moment. To pull her further into the darkness inside me that craved her tenderness. That wanted to devour it whole and consume every part of her.
