Page 50 of Ink Me Three Times
So does he.
And then he kisses me.
It’s soft at first. Just the press of his mouth to mine, like he’s making sure it’s okay. Like he’s giving me the chance to back out.
I don’t.
I kiss him back, hungry and sure, hands curling in the front of his shirt as I pull him closer.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat, low, wrecked, and deepens the kiss, his palm sliding up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing under my ear like he wants to memorize the shape of me.
His lips are warm. His tongue slick. The kiss isn’t frantic… it’s focused. Intentional.
Hot as hell.
And when he shifts forward and our knees bump again, his hand finds my thigh under the table, just a whisper of pressure and heat… and man, it’s almost too much.
I break the kiss with a gasp, forehead tipping to his, breath coming fast.
We sit there like that for a second, our drinks forgotten, the sounds of the bar fading away behind us.
I don’t say anything.
Neither does he.
But when I finally open my eyes, his are already on me.
And for the first time since I got to this town, I don’t feel like a disaster in progress.
I feel like maybe… maybe I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
"Come with me?"
I slide my hand into his. Does he even need to ask when he’s looking at me like that?
The second his car door clicks shut, I’m pinned.
Not by force, just presence. Heat. That storm in Timothy’s eyes that saysyou’re not getting out of this untouched.
He kisses me like he’s been holding back for hours, days, maybe since that first meeting in Freddie’s living room, and I let it crash over me, open and aching and dizzy with it.
His mouth is hot, devouring. His hand slides up my thigh like he’s not just touching me, he’sclaimingme. My dress is bunched around my hips in seconds, breath snagging in my throat as cool air hits bare skin.
No panties. Not that I planned on this…
His hand freezes at the top of my thigh. He pulls back just enough to look at me. His voice is low, raw. "You showed up like this?"
My breath stutters. "It was hot out."
A wicked smile curves across his lips. "You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?"
My cheeks flame.
It hits low, sharp and sudden. Not shame. Not exactly. Just the shock of beingseenlike that. Called out.
And fuck if it doesn’t make my pulse pound.
"I… shut up," I mumble.
