Page 38 of Ink Me Three Times
Then she kisses me.
With heat, hunger… recklessly.
It’s everything we’ve been trying to deny set loose all at once.
Her mouth crashes into mine, and I lose the thread of everything except the way she tastes.
Desire. Want. Trouble.
Her fingers twist in my shirt, yanking me down like she needs this, like we both do, and I let her.
Because there’s no holding back now.
She kisses like a storm. Wild and breathless and a little bit angry, and it lights me up from the inside out.
I back her into the wall, fast and hard, not even thinking. One hand braced beside her head, the other sliding under the hem of that worn shirt she’s stolen from me. Right now, all I know is her skin, hot and soft under my palm as I trace up her thigh, her breath catching in her throat.
But she doesn’t stop me.
She spreads her legs just enough.
Just enough to break me.
My fingers brush lace and my brain short circuits.
"You like this?" I growl, mouth close to her ear, my lips grazing the shell of it.
She shudders.
"Yes."
Her voice is breathy. Wrecked.
And I want to wreck her more.
She drags her nails up my stomach, dragging my shirt up with them. Her fingers are everywhere, burning a path over my skin, and I want her to mark me. Brand me.
"Say it again."
"I want it." Her voice is shredded, low and wrecked, head tilting back against the wall like she’s offering herself up. "I wantyou."
Something primal sparks in me.
I press my palm between her thighs andfeelit. Hot, soaked through, throbbing with need.
"Ivy…"
She moans, deep and filthy, when I slip my fingers under her panties, and I swear, I feel it in my spine.
She’s drenched.
Dripping for me.
Her body arches, shameless, chasing every stroke like it’s a lifeline.
"Hands on the wall," I rasp, barely recognizing my own voice. It’s rough. Possessive. A little cruel.
She obeys instantly.
