Page 48 of I Wish You Were Mine

Her fingertips glide over a line of script on my right ribs.

“What’s this?” she asks against my lips. “Illegitimi non carborundum?”

My cock screams at the feel of her nipples pressed against my chest. “Don’t let the bastards get you down.”

“I like that. Feel like there’s a story there.”

Of course she’d say that.

Of course she’d be curious.

“There is. But I ain’t got time right now.” Explaining how I got this tattoo—where I was at that time in my life—would also mean letting my guard down. And I can’t let that happen.

She looks at me, raising her arms to wrap them around my neck. She nudges her nose against mine. “I wanna hear it later, then.”

Her fingers glide into the hair at the nape of my neck. I groan, kissing her mouth, her neck. She must like that because her legs fall open and I settle myself between them, melting my hips into hers. My dick presses against her belly. That pressure alone makes my head spin.

Skin to skin. So much fucking skin. I love the feel of her beneath me. I bite her neck, suck on it, and Maren rocks her pelvis, a little moan escaping her lips.

She wants more. And what this girl wants, she gets.

I reach down to hike her leg over my side so she’s spread nice and wide. Then I lift my hips and grab my dick. I need to get a condom, but I don’t want to stop yet. She licked me dry anyway. No precum to worry about.

I guide my head down the length of her slit. She’s swollen. Hot. The heaviness between my legs pounds in time to my frantic pulse.

Danger danger danger.

But then Maren makes that sweet moaning sound again. Her hips roll, begging for more, and I give it to her, gliding my head up and down. Down and up. I press it to her clit. Circle it there.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, arcing her thumb over my cheek.

The tenderness of her touch makes my chest crumple.

I’m guiding myself down the length of her pussy when her hips suddenly punch upward. I’m pressing forward andshe presses back, and before I know what’s happening I’m notched at her entrance and I slip inside her an inch. Maybe less. But it’s enough to give me a sense of just how tight and soft she feels.

I jerk to a stop. She goes still too.

Silence.

Just my heartbeat and her breath. I open my eyes and our gazes collide. Static fills my ears at the naked vulnerability I see in her dark, enormous pupils.

She trusts me.

She wants me.

She’s as lost in this as I am.

I’m choking on the urge to fuck her like this. Bare. She’d let me.

She’s letting me do it right now.

I could pull out before I come. But that’s just asking for trouble. Maren and I need a pregnancy scare like we need holes in our heads.

But Christ, am I still tempted.

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