Page 42 of London Inked Boys: The Complete Trilogy
KANE
Icarry the second round of drinks outside. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of the beautiful woman sitting in the sun, watching the crowds of people as they mill around. She looks stunning in her navy-blue summer dress with little flowers dotted over it, nipping in at that tiny waist, her cleavage deep and creamy, peeping out from over the sweetheart neckline. Her legs are crossed, so the dress rides up high over those curvy thighs, and a pulse of lust like a physical force punches me in the chest. I wonder what that silky blonde hair would feel like knotted in my fingers.
She’s classy. She isn’t the type of woman who would fall into bed with me on the first night, and, while I won’t deny that I’d jump at the chance if she offered, I want this to be more than about that, too.
I sit down and place the fresh glass of wine in front of her. She looks up at me with a smile, a flush creeping across her chest and up to her cheeks.
“Makes you want to dance, too, doesn’t it?” she says, nodding towards the band.
They’re playing remixes of modern songs, but done in a country style, and even though it isn’t my kind of music at all, I have to admit that it definitely gets the toes tapping.
I take a gulp from my beer bottle then get to my feet and put my hand out to her. “Come on, then.”
She gazes up at me with those wide blue eyes. “What?” My intentions must dawn on her, and she shakes her head. “Oh, no. I couldn’t.”
I jerk my head towards the crowd. “Yes, you could. Come on.”
I reach down and catch up her hand, and before she’s able to protest any more, we’re pushing through the crowds. I keep hold of her hand and then take up the other one, and pull her in to join some kind of impromptu line dancing.
We both laugh until tears stream down our faces, and I can tell from the way she clutches her chest that her lungs hurt as much as mine do. A sheen of perspiration shines from Holly’s skin, but she looks dazzling, mesmerizing, and even though we’re surrounded by people, I can’t take my eyes off her the whole time.
The song comes to an end, and we fall together, still laughing, her fists against my chest. I still have one of her hands in mine, our fingers entwined. I catch her up closer, and the rest of the square seems to fall away. It’s just the two of us. My gaze fixes on her mouth, her full lips parted as she catches her breath, glimpses of squared, white teeth, the pink of her tongue just beyond.
I don’t let myself think about it any longer. I yank her against me and crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, forgetting we’re surrounded by people. She resists me initially, tensing, perhaps just out of surprise, but then she melts against me, and her hand snakes around the back of my neck. Her mouth is as soft as the rest of her, her breath hot and tasting of the wine she drank. Her tongue pushes between my lips, and she kisses mewith a hunger that surprises me. I expected her to be reserved, but she presses her body hard to mine and kisses me as deeply as I’m kissing her.
“Maybe we should go back,” she says between kisses, her voice breathy. “Back to my place.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea.”
We leave our drinks on the table and, hand in hand, push our way through the crowds of people. It’s starting to get late, the sun vanishing below the skyline of high-rise buildings, a chill setting in. We manage to grab a taxi and fall into the backseat, and immediately we’re kissing again, my hand on her thigh, shoving up her skirt. Fuck.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur against her mouth, keeping my voice down so as not to be overheard by the driver.
She gives a tiny nod, and I take that as her assent.
My fingers reach higher, sliding up that smooth skin, and I hook my fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear between her thighs. Is she wet yet? I’ve grown hard just from kissing her in the square, and my erection strains across the front of my jeans. My palms ache, and I wish I could slip my other hand down the front of her dress and cup one of those gloriously full breasts, but I know the driver would see.
I slip my fingers inside her panties, and find her hot and wet. I part her, and then push one finger inside her.
She gasps against my mouth. “Oh, God.”
I draw some of her wetness up towards her clit, where I circle her slowly, and then dip back inside her again. She lifts her hips from the seat, pressing against my touch. I’m rock hard now, and I wonder if I’ll come inside my jeans just from touching her.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I tell her.
“Kane…Christ.”
Her breathing grows faster as I finger her, and she tries to clamp her thighs shut, as though my touch has become too much.
We reach the house, and the driver pulls up the car. I’m almost disappointed we’ve arrived. I slip my fingers from Holly’s pussy, and tap my card to the reader to pay the driver. We clamber from the car and stumble up the front step, while she rummages in her bag to find her keys. She keeps shooting me looks—crazed, and wild, disbelieving, as though she can’t quite believe she’s doing this. The moment we’re through the front door, I slam it behind me and push her up against the wall. I duck my head and kiss her throat, my lips on her soft skin, making my way down.
“Upstairs,” she groans as I suckle on her skin and try to shove down the straps of her dress.
I don’t see what’s wrong with the hallway, but do as she asks, and we trip up the stairs, her tugging me into the bedroom.
Finally, I’m able to pull down her dress, slipping the straps of her bra down with it. Creamy white tits spill over the now loose, lacy cups of her bra, and I groan at the sight. Jesus Christ. I’ve never been one of those men who believe anything more than a handful is a waste. In my mind, the bigger the better, and there’s a whole heap of Holly McCarty that I plan to lose myself in.
I yank off my t-shirt and then take a step forward, forcing her to step back so the backs of her thighs hit the bed behind her. She sinks down, just as I hoped she would, and I help to lower her back onto the bed. My hands go straight to her tits, cupping and squeezing, while my mouth finds hers again. I caress her soft curves from the lacy cups of her bra so I’m able to squeeze the fullness of her breasts to the hardened nubs of her nipples. I roll the tight peaks between finger and thumb, loving how she bucks beneath me and moans. My kisses leave her lips and travel down her throat and across her chest. I cup one of her breasts,guiding the nipple towards my mouth. Then I’m sucking it deep, rolling the hardened peak around with my tongue, grating my teeth.
