Page 12 of Regards, Mia

So good. His mouth is so good.

His hands are even better.

He’s somehow managed to get my panties off and is gliding his long, agile fingers along my throbbing flesh. One finger pushes between my wet folds, and drags up to my clit, working me with teasing strokes.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing these hard nipples.” He pushes down the other side of my bra and takes his time admiring me before tonguing a hot path across my chest, all the while stroking me with his expert fingers.

I whimper as he sucks and kisses my chest, fucking me with his hands and his mouth until I can’t control the words coming out of my mouth. I have no idea what I’m mumbling, but whatever it is makes Jay chuckle softly against my aching flesh and increase the pressure between my legs.

Pleasure ripples across my skin wherever he touches.

My fingers tangle in his hair, and I cinch my leg around his hips, arching to get closer, to grind against his hand. He obliges my demands with an increase of pressure. Another finger plunges into me and his thumb flutters over my clit in a merciless rhythm.

Without warning, the orgasm crashes over me, drawing a sharp cry from my mouth that Jay smothers with his kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth, devouring my pleasure as his fingers work slowly and deeply inside me, sliding through my arousal.

My heart pounds, my chest heaves, and my pussy aches for more of Jay than just his skilled fingers.

All my adult life, I’ve avoided men like Jay. Men who looked and acted tough. Men who wore something other than a suit and tie to work.

This is what I’ve been missing out on?

Fuck that.

I didn’t realize I’d said the words aloud until he pulls back and gazes down at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t worry,” he says wrapping his arm around my waist and setting both my feet on the ground. “I plan on fucking you. After I make you come a few more times.”

He takes me by the hand, turns and walks me toward the archway separating his king-sized bed from the rest of the large, open loft apartment. My gaze roams over his shoulders, along the mountains of muscle, and then I see it.

The tattoo spreads out over the back of his arm, up his tricep in intricate detail. A spider’s web radiates from the central point of his elbow halfway up and down his entire arm.

I freeze. My feet refuse to budge another inch. My mind reels.

“Is that...?” I swallow hard and force myself to finish, even though I already know the answer. “Is that aprison tattoo?”

Jay stops in his tracks, his muscles bunching across the tops of his shoulders. He glances back in my direction, his gaze meeting mine before dropping to the back of his own arm. Looking at the tattoo as if he forgot it was there, he pauses, drawing out the moment when he has to answer. Finally, he nods, affirming my worst fear.

“You’ve been to prison.”

He nods again, turning slowly to face me. The absolute beauty of his body stuns me for a moment. Undoubtably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, his body is a work of art. His tattoos are more decoration on top of taut muscle and smooth, tawny skin, and his face is that of a dark angel, gracing Earth.

His body is rigid, as if he’s holding himself back from touching me until I manage to find my tongue and speak first.

“I want to leave,” I say, hastily pulling my blouse closed.

His eyes widen. “Now?”

I shove down my skirt and glance around for my panties. Where the hell did they go? My blouse gapes open, and I grip it tightly as I bend down and search for my missing undies. “Yes, now.”

Jay laughs, a hollow bark of a sound. “Because I did time you don’t want me to fuck you anymore?”

A hot throb of desire quakes through my entire body at the sound of the growl in his voice when he says the wordfuck.My body wants what it wants, but my mind is strong.

It knows best. And my gut is rarely wrong either. Both are telling me to get the hell out of Jay’s apartment before I do something I will deeply regret.

Forgetting about my panties, I stumble toward the door grabbing my jacket and my purse from the floor.

“I’ll take you,” Jay says, his voice all business from a few feet away.

Disappointment breaks through the cracks in my judgement. I hadn’t expected him to give in so easily. He’s not even going to argue. “Your bike is at the restaurant,” I say.

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