Page 29 of Next Level
“Told you I like cherry blossoms.”
“They’re beautiful,” Cherry says in awe. Her fingers move over the tattoos, and instantly my body surges with a need of its own.
Fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Dropping the towel I was using to dry my hair, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me.
“You’re beautiful.”
I know I should let her go, but the connection between us is electrifying. I haven’t felt this attracted to someone in…I don’t know…ever. Touching her has me yearning for more, but we can’t.
Cherry looks up. “So you’re obsessed with cherry blossoms.”
I shrug. “Yes. I love everything Japanese.”
I’m obsessed with your cherry blossom, that is for sure.
“Why? Isn’t Amato Italian?” she replies, moving her slender fingers over the woman’s face on my tattoo.
Her delicate fingers have my skin turning to flames.Fight it.
“My ma is half-Japanese,” I say huskily.
She looks up, and my blue eyes lock with her emerald green ones. I let the battle inside my head continue as we stay embraced for what seems like forever, but is merely seconds before I lean down and take her mouth.
The instant our lips touch, my body explodes, sending waves of lust and desire throughout and awakening every sexual nerve.
Stop. I need to stop.
Cherry glides her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me down and deepening the kiss.
Oh God. I want her.
I break the kiss, attempting one more time to stop what is about to happen.
I grunt, “Fuck. We shouldn’t—”
Cherry lays her finger on my lips, shushing me. “No, we should. Let me take your mind somewhere else for a few hours.”
Mission accomplished. My mind is definitely somewhere else.
Cherry nips at my hardened nipple. “We’re going to find Samantha. I promise,”
My dick has a mind of its own and is winning this fight to stop this from happening.
With lustful eyes, she breathes, “Right now, you need to relax.”
Fuck it.
I wouldn’t be able to say no to this woman if I tried, and in my defense, Ihave beentrying. She definitely has a spell over me. I should be worried about my kid not fucking this goddess.
I sway my hips against her, needing some kind of friction against my throbbing cock. Cherry feels my need for her and takes charge.
“Let this Cherry Blossom make you feel good.” She giggles, pushing me onto the bed.
I’m in awe as she starts to take off her clothes, showing me all of her magnificent cherry blossoms that are perfectly tattooed, winding around the length of her body.
Christ Almighty.
