Page 78 of Read Me (Forget the Past 2)

How could she think this wouldn’t get physical between us? I can barely keep my hands off her. My fingers want to rub her clit until she’s whimpering, promising to be mine forever if I just give her the release she craves.

Curious fingers trace over the designs on my body. Now that I’m naked, she can see every mythical creature claiming an inch of my skin.

Despite the glory of her soft touch, I’m not satisfied. Parts of her are still covered. Mainly, her nipples. I need to see those peaks get tight with pleasure, silently begging for my tongue to tease them.

Grabbing Summer’s hand, I tug her down so her front lands on the cushion of my mattress and I can reach the clasp on the back of her bra. But the second my fingers finish with the tiny hooks, a distinct darkness, low on Summer’s body, catches my eye.

I move lower, fascinated.

“What is this?”

Summer shifts to look where I’m staring. “Oh, my tattoo?”

I have a brief mental glitch.

Once recovered, I sling my leg over both of hers and press my palm into her lower back, holding her still so I can examine the little lines of ink. The picture is simple, and I rub my thumb across it to make sure it’s not just a pen drawing. But even as the pad of my finger puckers her plump ass cheek, dragging over the silky skin, the image remains, showing no signs of smearing.

A happy face. Summer has a happy face the size of a quarter on her right ass cheek.

“What are you doing?”

Glancing up, I catch her gazing at me over her shoulder. Those beautiful brown eyes so curious I want to give them something to be shocked about. Bending my neck slightly, I drag my tongue over her tattoo, keeping hold of her eyes the entire time.

Lips part, lashes flutter, and her back contracts on a gasped breath.

“You have a tattoo,” I growl, even though I’m fucking overjoyed by the discovery.

“Should I have told you?” Her question is breathless.

“You should have shown me. Sooner. Months ago. Fuck me, Summer.”

“I want to,” she practically whines, wiggling under my steel grip that still has her pinned to the bed.

But I don’t let her go. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. My fingers sneak in between her thighs, finding damp curls. She gasps at my searching touch, raising her ass another inch off the bed as if she’s hoping to give me better access.

And I need to be inside her.

But I want her just like this.

“Can you reach the nightstand?”

Summer glances back at me, then stretches an arm out, fingers tapping against my bedside table.

Good. “In the drawer. Get me a condom.”

Her hands fumble around, searching blindly as I keep her body pinned to the bed. Finally, she passes a foil packet to me.

“I’m going to take you like this.” I palm an ass cheek, and her hips grind into the bed. “That good?”

“Yes!” Her voice is all lusty exhale, the sound making my balls tighten.

Quickly, I have the rubber out and rolling onto my cock. Keeping my hand pressed into her lower back, I shift over her body, settling my aching head at her entrance.

“You ready for me?”

“Please, Cole.” She arches her back, another invitation.

Slowly, I slide into her. A small corner of my brain worries I’ll pass out from ecstasy before I make us both come. With my hips taking over the job of holding her down, I brace an arm by her shoulder and slide my other hand between her belly and the sheets until I plunge into her curls and search out the top of her slit.

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