Page 49 of Devilish Ink

Our first date?

Here I was groping him like a hormonal teenager boy.

I snatched my hands off him and fisted them into my lap. I pressed my thighs together.

“Fine,” I grumbled.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” He chuckled and clinked his glass against mine. “Sliante.”

I downed the rest of it, ice clinking in the glass. Then I stood, needing to get some room from him, needing to get some space, some air.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I muttered.

I didn’t wait for him to get out of the booth, I went to slide past him instead.

Of course, that was a daft idea.

There was barely any room and I ended up practically sitting in his lap.

He grabbed my hips, not letting me get any farther, his chest against my back, our thighs pressed together like we were one animal.

I felt every single inch of his cock against my ass. Every. Single. Thick. Hard. Inch.

He let out a low groan. “You hussy.”

Still pissed at him, I tried to push his hands off me and get the fuck out the booth. But all I managed to do was wriggle around on his lap.

He wrapped one arm securely around my hips. The other arm went around my chest, settling between my breasts and his hand wrapped around the front of my throat, firmly but not painfully.

Instantly, I stilled. Then melted against him, my body responding instinctively.

He let out a curse, then his lips brushed my ear.

“Date’s over.”

The door banged open and Lee and I tumbled into his apartment with a crash.

His neighbours would hear everything, but he didn’t seem to care. He shoved the door closed with his foot.

I scanned the dark apartment. “Where’s the bedr—”

His lips crashed with mine. He shoved me against the wall, holding tightly to the globes of my ass as he kissed me, stealing my breath. There would be bruises in the shape of his fingerprints left on my skin and, dear God, I wanted to be marked.

My pleated skirt parted easily as I wrapped my legs around his body, aching to get closer to him.

His kisses felt hot against my skin as his lips travelled down my neck, making me moan for more. The scruff on his faceadded a slight hint of pain to the pleasure of his kisses, making me shudder.

This wouldn’t go past one wild night… It couldn’t. But I planned to enjoy every moment of it.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he growled into my ear.

I shook my head.

He shoved my coat off my shoulders. It pooled onto the floor and he kicked it away, kissing down my neck as I moaned.

He had been so careful and controlled back in the tattoo studio when he’d made me fall apart on his fingers. I could hardly believe that this was the same man, a wildness taking over his eyes, a reckless hunger in the way he moved.

He grabbed me by the back of the neck, forcing me to look at him, as if heneededme to understand how serious his next words were.

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