Page 71 of Tattoo My Heart
Evie loses her balance and falls forward, her arms coming up to break her fall, hands slapping against the steamy mirror. I move my eyes from her handprints she is leaving all over the mirror to the way my cock is sliding in and out of her, with the most perfect ass known to man pushing itself against me.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand, my voice coming out gruff and forceful.
Her fingers clench on the mirror and her walls squeeze me tighter.
“I… I can’t…”
She is gasping for air when she tries speaking. For a short second, I get mesmerized by a rivulet of sweat making its way down her back right before it pools into one of the small dimples right at the base of her waist.
My hips start moving faster. I can tell that I don’t have much time to give her. The pressure in my spine is setting in, forcing me to rush us through it.
I let go of one hip, only to bring my hand to her front. She jumps in surprise at the first touch, but then she finds a new rhythm where she is rubbing her sweet clit against my fingers right before she pushes her ass against my cock. Back and forth, until I am about to lose my mind.
I bring my lips to her ear. “Come,” I whisper and press my fingers harder against her clit.
What happens next is my first out of body experience. I am looking down at us, I can feel her squeezing me tight, and I let go.
We both move in perfect unison until our legs are ready to give out on us.
“I think I am about to pass out,” she whispers when I fall forward and rest my head against her back.
“Fuck, baby.” I am trying to catch my breath. “I love the way you fight.”
I pull out and take a couple of steps back before turning to face the wall. I am literally weak in the knees. I press my arms against the hard surface and drop my head to stare at my feet.
“Are you okay?” I call back to her. I hear shuffling behind me, but she doesn’t answer. “Evie?”
I turn my head to see what she is up to. First thing I notice is how big her eyes look in her head. She is staring at me as if she just saw a ghost.
“Are you okay?”
“Your back.” She presses a hand to her chest, confusing me even more. “The tattoo on your back. Are you on theHolidatesapp?”
Oh fuck. I almost forgot about that.
TWENTY-THREE
The guiltI see on Cal’s face tells me everything I need to know.
“You son of a bitch,” I scream in the small space of my bathroom. “You just wanted to play me?”
I am so angry with him right now, I have tunnel vision. The edges are turning black, and I all see is his handsome,guiltyface.
“Evie, it isn’t like that at all,” he tries to explain.
I slash my hand through the air in my attempt to silence him. That’s when I realize that I’m still naked. The sweet discomfort in between my legs reminds me of how good he made me feel only minutes ago.
I slap my hands against his chest to push him away from me, and he steps back without protest.That’s the least he could do, I think to myself.
When I reach my bedroom, I march to the bed where I have a flannel bathrobe laying across it. My first thought is that it’s not sexy in the least, and it makes me angry at myself. I don’t need to look sexy for anyone, least of all Cal Prentice.
“I knew all this was too good to be true.”
I swing around to face him when I hear him following me. His naked torso looks tense, making his amazing abs protrude a little more, accentuating all the colorful tattooshe has adorning his skin.
“Evie, I know what you’re thinking…” He starts again, but I don’t want to listen to anything he has to say.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me, Cal.”
