Page 67 of Seduced in Ink

But for now, all he wanted was her. Her taste. He craved it.

“Now, what were we talking about? Warm ooey-gooey goodness?” he asked, reaching around to slowly slide his fingers over her slit.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make those marshmallow cupcakes if you keep talking like that.”

“I think you should. Every time I lick one up, I’ll meet your gaze, and you’ll know what I’m thinking about.”

“See? I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make those cupcakes.”

“Well, then, I’ll just have to ensure that you do.” He paused, not knowing why he was saying the words he was. “Unless you’d rather eat them with Guy.”

She froze and then pushed at him. “What the hell?”

“I’m just saying. You two seemed to hit it off.”

Why was he saying this? He was acting like a jealous bastard.

“No. I’m with you, you asshole. At least while we’re figuring this out. Stop it. You have me practically naked, your hand’s on my pussy, and you’re talking about another guy? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m just saying shit that I shouldn’t. I’m so sorry.” He kissed her again, and she folded her arms under her generous breasts before finally sinking into him.

“I don’t want to talk about Guy. It’s just you and me. Like you promised. Okay? We’ll figure everything out later.”

He didn’t know what they would figure out, but he obeyed, leaning in to kiss her again, this time softly. His hands slid down her body to squeeze her hips.

“I really am sorry.”

“Me, too. Now kiss me again. I liked the growly stuff. I don’t like it when we’re fighting.”

“I thought fighting could lead to the growly stuff,” he teased.

“Let’s just have makeup sex and call it a day. I could really use you.”

“You’re just using me?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said quickly, her face blushing.

“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed her again, this time lifting her off her feet as he led her through the living room area to the suite’s bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him softly as he petted her before gently laying her on the bed.

He went to his knees, pulling her so her ass was at the edge of the bed, and blew on her pussy over her lace thong.

“So pretty and wet,” he whispered.

“Aaron. Stop staring. It’s embarrassing.”

He pinched her thigh, and she squeaked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I love every inch of you.”

She froze, and he knew he had blundered. He hadn’t meant to say the wordlove, even in a casual context. Neither of them was ready for that. And he knew she might never be. He was only a distraction, merely a placeholder until she got ready for the next phase of her life.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, trying to make it seem like he was just talking about her body and nothing else.

She relaxed, and he swallowed hard, wondering why that hurt. Did she not want to know how he felt?

Of course, not. Honestly, he didn’t know for sure either.

He pulled her panties to the side, revealing her before leaning down and sucking on her clit. Her hips shot off the bed, so he pushed her back down, needing her taste.

Craving her.