Page 27 of Whimsical Ink

“Thank you again.” I kiss across his face. “Thank you for making today special and?—”

He captures my chin and puts a finger over my lips. “Stop thanking me. It was nothing.”

I try to speak, but he tightens his grip on my chin and—I didn’t realise that could be sexy—I keep quiet.

“I wanted to do this for you. You don’t have to do anything in return. That’s not why I did it.” He guides me back to his lips and loosens his grip on my chin.

I kiss him gently. “Okay,” I whisper against his lips.

“Good.” He rolls us so we’re lying on our sides, and I clutch him in surprise.

He rearranges my legs until one lies straight and the other is over his hip, but he leaves space between us.

“What are you doing?”

“Your birthday isn’t over. I can do something else for you, if you like?” His hand drags from my hip to my thigh, sneaking under his T-shirt I’m wearing to massage my ass. The arm with the tattoos I designed for him. The diving whale on his bicep flexes.

My eyes widen in surprise, but I can’t help rolling my hips towards him. I didn’t expect it to go further than making out, but if he wants more, I’m onboard. I’ll accept whatever he’s willing to offer while he’s feeling generous and ignoring our normal lives.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

He nods and I dip my head in agreement, watching his facial expressions as his hand leaves my ass, trails across my hip to my front, and lands on my underwear. His arm shifts to show his mostly bare inner bicep we have yet to design something for.

He cups me, and I grind against him. The heat from his hand brands me and the fabric does nothing to dull the sensation.

Daniel hooks a finger in my underwear and drags them down my thighs. They get caught where I’m lying on my side, but I raise myself so he can remove them and he chucks them over his shoulder.

I peer over him to see where they landed and snort when I see them on his bag. “Were you aiming there?”

He rolls to his back and looks. “No, but maybe it’s a sign. Your underwear wants to come home with me, so I’ll have to keep you.”

My stomach swoops at the thought, but I’m distracted when he returns to his side and hikes my leg over his hip again.

His hand lands on my thigh and drifts to the newly uncovered skin, and I sigh at the sensation.

Daniel moves to my front and slides his hand to my inner thigh, up until he hits my centre, and I sway towards him. His fingers swirl through me, and when he brushes my clit, I gasp.

“You’re soaked.” He sounds surprised.

“Yeah, well, you look good in a bucket hat,” I manage to say through broken breaths. The fabric definitely dulled the sensation. Why is his hand so hot?

His nose brushes mine and he captures my lips but quickly diverts to my throat, leaving wet, sucking kisses on my collarbone that sends a matching pulse to my clit. Shifting the T-shirt to show more skin, he latches onto the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. All while he swirls his fingers through my centre, up to my clit and down again.

Heat invades my cheeks, and my heart beats in my ears.

One hand tangles in his hair and the other clutches the inked turtle near his elbow.

His fingers hover at my entrance, and he locks eyes with me, waiting until I nod and he inserts a finger. My walls clench around him and my hips jerk to meet him.

He holds still as I adjust before adding a second finger, stretching me out and scissoring his fingers.

He plays around with the rhythm and the pressure his thumb has on my clit until I groan deep in my throat, and his head lifts from my shoulder and he raises an eyebrow.

“You should keep doing that,” I gasp.

And he does.

He keeps the thrusts shallow, barely leaving me, and his thumb brushes back and forth quickly. Daniel leans up and rests his head on his hand and watches me. Watches his fingers inside me.

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