Page 4 of Chasing Ink
Skye
Six hours, thirteen minutes.That’s how long I stayed away from Alistair.I know we were both a little drunk last night, but I know what I want.And today?I am going to get it.
I have no intention of letting him slip from my grasp once we return home but first I need him to give in to what we both wanted.What we have both always wanted.I shower and dress in my deep red bikini.I’ve never worn it before and it shows a lot of skin, but I need the extra push to entice him into agreeing with my latest crazy plan.
Yes, I know it’s crazy.
Yes, I am aware that it could backfire badly.
No, none of that will stop me.
Grabbing my beach bag with my romance novel, water, and tanning lotion inside, I do a quick onceover in the mirror beside the door.My black curls are pinned up out of my face and I’m wearing minimal makeup.Around my waist is a translucent white wrap giving just a peak of my legs and bikini bottoms underneath while leaving my chest uncovered.
The little red triangles of my bikini top don’t cover my breasts completely, leaving most of the side exposed to the Tahiti sunshine.My full C-cup breasts, bounce with every move I make and I can’t help but smile.
I leave my bungalow and walk the short distance to his.Pushing my shoulders back, I walk up the steps before knocking on his door.When the door opens his gaze scans the length of my body before he pulls me inside and slams it shut.His gaze darkens as he pushes me back against the wood of the door and looks me over once more.
“Skye, what are you wearing?”The question is low and menacing, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin.
“My bikini,” I say with more confidence than I am feeling.
“That’s not a bikini, baby doll.”His left eye twitches and I know he wants to say more but doesn’t.
I laugh, slipping beneath his arm and putting my bag on the coffee table.I turn to face him and I can tell he isn’t happy.
“I’m sober, Ali.”
“Fuck me.”He runs his left hand down his face.
“I thought that would be my line.”
I step closer to him, wanting to touch him but he stops me short.
“Sit down.Let’s talk.”
I don’t like the sound of that at all, but I do comply.Taking a seat on the couch, I allow my wrap to fall open and expose my leg all the way to my hip.His gaze tracks the movement and I swear it feels like he is touching my bare skin.My nipples pebble behind the flimsy material of my bikini top and I know he sees that too.
“If we are going to do this...”he starts but I interrupt.
“We are doing this.”
“Then we need rules,” he says, pushing a piece of paper toward me.
His handwriting is slanted but neat as I read over what he has written.
This is between us and no one else
Luke can never know about this
No one is allowed to touch, kiss, or fuck you until after we are back home
Condoms—always
No talking about emotions
“Number two is redundant because of number one,” I say with a grin.“But I can live with the rest.”
“Skye,” he says with a sigh.“I’m not a boy.I’m not soft or gentle.Are you sure about this?”
