Page 61 of Beautiful Lies
The moment of truth. Cracking one eye open and then the other, I looked down at my upper arm and my breath caught. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Connor pulled me out of the chair and led me over to the wall mirror for a better view.
A dark pink lotus flower and a multi-colored dragonfly—turquoise, green, cobalt blue—covered my upper arm. “No bluebirds,” I said.
“Disappointed?”
“No. It’s gorgeous. How did you do this?”
“Magic.”
I smiled. He had magic in his hands. I already knew that. The colors were so saturated, so vibrant, that I couldn’t see any remnants of the bluebirds and barbed wire. “I can’t even see the old design.”
“It’s still there,” Connor said, catching my eye in the mirror.
He bandaged my arm and refused to take the money I offered. I’d come back and pay Claudia tomorrow, I decided.
“Thank you. It’s perfect.”
He gave me a soft smile, his eyes flitting over my face. The air between us was charged with electricity. In a bold move, I ran my hands up his chest and looped my arms around his neck.
His hands caressed my sides, sending tremors throughout my body and I closed my eyes. Right now, in this moment, we were the only two people in the world. He slid a hand through my hair and his other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Our bodies melded together, slotting into place like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. It felt like forever since he’d touched me like this. Held me close enough to breathe him in.
My hands explored his hard planes and the ridges of his muscles under his T-shirt like it was uncharted territory. I used to know his body as well as I knew my own, but now it felt different. More filled-out. Harder. Like I was holding onto something solid. Something that wouldn’t disappear in a puff of smoke if I held on too tightly.
I lifted my face to his and he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm, the stubble on his jaw rough against my skin. He tasted like the cinnamon gum he’d been chewing earlier. Our tongues swirled together, caught up in a crazy dance and I ground my body against his feeling his erection pressing against my pelvis. We kept kissing, our hands groping, wanting to touch everywhere at once.
My hands ventured down his chest and over his flat stomach. He sucked in his breath as I fumbled with his belt buckle and undid the top button of his jeans. He captured my hands in his to stop me.
“If we do this, are you going to regret it?”
“I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I won’t regret it.”
His eyes flitted over my face, trying to gauge my mood. Trying to figure out if I meant what I said. “Promise?”
“Promise. I want you. Right here. Right now.”
“Tonight, you’re staying with me. In my bed,” he said, crossing the room to switch off the lights while I undressed quickly, tossing boots and clothes in a heap on the floor.
I’d already made up my mind, so he didn’t need to worry that I’d run away or regret it tomorrow morning. I knew I wouldn’t.
“Are you sure?” he asked one more time as I stood in front of him stark naked, his eyes darkening as he stared at my breasts then lifted to my eyes, the neon glow of the sign bathing the room in red.
“I’m sure,” I said confidently, meeting his eyes as my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jeans and I took him in my hand - oh god, he was so hard - and circled the barbell piercing with the pad of my thumb. “Commando, huh?”
He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. His hands cupped my breasts and he stared at them a moment before he lowered his head and lifted my breast into the heat of his mouth, his hand sliding between my thighs, rubbing between the slick folds. My grip tightened on him and I squeezed his dick, feeling it twitch in my hand.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Fuck me. Hard,” I said brazenly. We had all night for foreplay. I was ready for him now.
His hands slid down my ass and to the backs of my thighs and I was in the air, my legs cinched around his waist, my back pressed against the wall.
“Condom?”
He wasn’t asking if I was still on the pill. He was asking if I’d ever slept with anyone else without a condom. I’d sworn that I never would. “Nobody but you.”
“Same.” His mouth crashed against mine and he drove his tongue into my mouth as he used his hand to position himself at my entrance. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, clawed his bare back as he fucked me. Hard. Our sex was raw, wild, and relentless. We left our marks on each other, his fingers digging into my ass, my teeth marks on his neck. When I came, I screamed his name. I’d always been loud with him during sex, just like when I rode the roller coaster. The orgasm ripped through my body, my muscles clenching around him, my body shaking as I rode it out. It was almost too much to handle. It was too much of everything. I felt it when he came, his mouth seeking mine, his body shuddering in my arms, a gasp escaping his lips.
He pulled away to look at my face before he set me down and I let him see that this had not been a mistake. My lips curved into a smile and he gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “Missed you. So much,” he said as my bare feet touched the floor.
