Page 51 of London Inked Boys: The Complete Trilogy
I look at him seriously. “We will arrange a time for you to both meet properly—I mean, assuming you want to hang around for that long.”
I realise I sound presumptuous. We’ve only known each other a few days, and this is our second date. He might not be thinking about a third, never mind meeting my son.
But he takes my hand again, our fingers entwining, and he tugs me to face him. “I’d love that. When the time is right, okay? Totally your call.”
I smile. “I’d love that, too.”
He pulls me in and kisses me, slow and deep, so my legs turn to spaghetti and my stomach into mush. I’m aware that I’m standing on my front doorstep, making out with a guy, and while I shouldn’t care what the neighbours think, I prefer to do this in private. Not wanting to break the kiss, I stab at the lock with my keys, manage to get the front door open, and pull Kane inside.
Nerves flutter in my stomach. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what’s going to happen now. I want it, too. Kane has shown me he isn’t in this only for the sex. We talk like old friends, and he’s still interested in me, even though I hadn’t told him the whole truth about my life when we first met. It would be easy enough for someone like him to hook up with someone if he’s in this only for one thing. By the fact he’s still hanging around, I can only assume he likes me for more than just that.
His hands are in my hair, his lips on mine, his body pressing me hard up against the wall. Between us, we manage to kick and shove the door shut behind us.
Gasping, I break the kiss. “Wait. One minute.” I lean back into the door and put the security chain on. I give him a wicked smile. “Should buy us a few minutes, just in case.”
“I like your thinking,” he growls, stepping towards me again, his blond hair hanging over his face.
Together, we stumble up the stairs, towards my bedroom. Kane knows exactly where he’s going this time, and before we even make it through the bedroom door, his fingers hook beneath the bottom of my emerald-green top, dragging it overmy head. I want to feel his skin, too, and I reach for the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart to reveal his chest. Kane works the rest of the shirt off, shrugging it from his shoulders to fall to the floor. I take in the sight of him in only his jeans. Holy hell, he is gorgeous. A lean body but with just the right amount of muscle. The style of tattoos he loves so much cover almost every inch of skin, from his neckline down to his wrists.
He doesn’t appear to be thinking too much about what he looks like, however, as his gaze rakes up and down my half-naked body. He catches my chin in his fingers, lifting my face to his, fixing me in his gaze.
“You know what the sexiest thing is about you, Holly?” The conversation half embarrasses me, but I still love to hear the words coming from his mouth. “It’s that you have absolutely no idea how ridiculously hot you are. Other women are so damned obvious, but you’re so sweet and sinful, all rolled up in one sexy little body.”
“You make me feel sexy,” I tell him honestly. “It’s been a long time since I felt that way about myself, and it feels like I’m getting a bit of myself back.”
He kisses me again, his hands running down the sides of my body, tracing the hourglass shape of my waist and stopping at my bottom to drag me against him.
“I have no idea why you wouldn’t think this is sexy, but it is.” He speaks between kisses. “Crazily sexy. Your tits are fucking works of art, and your arse makes me lose my mind. I literally want to run my tongue over every single inch of you.”
I’m heady with desire at the words he says and the way he’s looking at me.
“I want you, too. All of you.”
We both kick off our shoes, and then we kiss hungrily again, fingers on the buttons of each other’s jeans, desperate to feel flesh against flesh. Now, in only our underwear, we tumble tothe bed. Kane makes quick work of removing my bra, exposing my breasts to the air. My nipples pucker instantly, and, as I lay flat on my back, with Kane above me, he lowers his mouth to my tits, sucking on one nipple before moving on to the next. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and heat courses down between my thighs.
From the way his erection tents his boxer shorts, it’s clear he wants me as much as I want him. I reach for him, wanting to feel his hardness in my palm, but he bats my hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls. “I wanted to taste you first.”
I snatch a breath.
Kane moves farther down my body, his fingers hooking in the elastic of my panties. He pauses to appreciate the artwork on my hip, then glances up at me from under his hair.
“I can’t tell you how good it feels knowing you have something of mine on your hip.”
“I love it, too,” I manage, though I barely finished before he pulls my underwear down my legs, and then pushes my thighs apart.
“Spread them for me, baby,” he murmurs, “I want to see you.”
And I do, opening myself up to him. The scent of my arousal fills the air, as he dips a finger into my pussy, sending sparks through my body.
“Beautiful,” he groans. “Already so wet.”
Fuck, have I ever heard anything as sexy as the way he talks?
Then he ducks his head between my thighs and his mouth covers me, licking me from the base of my pussy, right up to my clit. He circles the little nub of nerves and then heads back down again. His tongue hardens, spearing me, and I arch my back. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that to me.
“Oh, God,” I cry, reaching to tangle my fingers in his hair.
