Page 74 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

But then she spoke. So sweet and innocent. “Would you kiss me?”

Jason tossed the pen on the table and crawled over her body, pressed his mouth to hers. “Why are you so damn sexy?”

“It’s because I’m not wearing a bra, isn’t it?”

Jason slid his hands up her sides, under her shirt, slid his thumbs over her soft curves to touch her nipples. She cried out at his touch. “Jesus Christ, Casey. You’re killing me.”

“I want you.”

Jason clenched his jaw and let out a deep breath. “How am I supposed to be a gentleman when you talk like that?”

She bit her lip, smiled as she met his eyes. “What if I want a bad boy tonight?”

“Yeah?” He reached up to caress her soft, silky hair. “I think I can do that for you. How bad do you want me to be?”

“I want your hands all over me. I want you inside me. And please, don’t stop kissing me.”

He leaned in, pressed his lips to hers. “I can make all of that happen. All of it. But first, I want you to see this tat. I want you to see how sexy it looks on your incredible body.”

He was trying to be a good guy and needed a minute so he could gain some semblance of control.

Jason stood and pulled Casey to her feet, might have looked down her top, smiled when she caught him.

“Full-length mirror?” he asked.

“My bedroom.”

“Lead the way, gorgeous.”

Casey’s hand in his was warm, her hips moved seductively, and he admired her confidence around him. Especially after the false start they had. After she had been so recently abused by someone she thought she could trust.

Her bedroom was whitewashed, her sheets white satin, her curtains white lace.

Purity. An angel just waiting to be tarnished by a devil in disguise.

Her mirror was framed in gold, her body was fucking gorgeous, and so small next to him, at least a foot shorter. But damn did she look good wrapped in his arms.

But Casey wasn’t looking at him in their reflection. Instead, she was fixated on the tattoo.

Chapter

Fourteen

Casey

The black marker lines over the front of her thigh, up her hip, took her breath away.

Flowers and leaves. Such a simple idea, but the design was complex, shadows and light. The drawing was art. It was gorgeous.

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

She tore her gaze from her leg and met Jason’s eyes in the mirror. “I love it. How are you so talented? With a felt pen.”

His laughter was soft, as if to brush off the compliment. “I have a beautiful canvas.” His hands moved up her sides, and she shivered when he brushed the sides of her breasts.

“You’re sensitive here,” he whispered, then kissed her temple. “I wonder what else I can do to make you react like that.”

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