“Yeah? Uncle Travis to the rescue?”
Johnny reaches out and pushes the call button for the elevator, then turns and pulls me into him, wrapping me up in his arms. His lips find their way to my neck, and he lays a trail of kisses up to my ear.
“Not for my sisters. He’s watching Finley’s kids. Do you remember the single mom across the street from my parents? You met her the day I was an idiot.”
The elevator doors open and Johnny pulls me inside, pressing me against the wall as soon as he’s keyed in the entry code for the loft he shares with Travis. His hands rest just above the hem of my jeans, teasing the bare skin there with his calloused fingers.
“I remember her,” my voice tremulous from his teasing.
Johnny caresses my jaw with his lips, trailing breathy kisses until his lips meet my own. He pokes his tongue out, just barely skimming my lower lip, pulling away every time I try to deepen the kiss. The elevator jolts to a stop just as I’m about to smash my lips into his, and he turns to unlock the gate to the loft.
Damn it. Why is he so intent on teasing me right now?
He throws the gate open and reaches back, grabbing my hand. I follow him off the elevator and wait while he locks the gate back up. When he turns back to me, the first thing I notice is how dark his eyes are. Then I notice his careful steps toward me.
“Becca,” he practically growls my name. “I hope you don’t have any other plans tonight, because I’m not letting you out of my bed until you know exactly how I feel about you.”
He closes the distance between us, wraps a hand around the back of my neck, and drags me into his body. He shoves his hands into my hair and tilts my head, closing his mouth over mine. His tongue parts my lips and he kisses me so deeply my head spins. We kiss while we walk to his bedroom, bumping into furniture, nearly tripping at least a dozen times. I push my hands up under his shirt, forcing it up and over his head, discarding it somewhere in the hallway. He does the same with mine before I undo his jeans and shove them down until he kicks them off. We continue to undress each other, discarding clothes all down the hallway and into his bedroom, until we’re both naked and panting.
Johnny backs me up against the bed, laying me down and crawling on top of me. He reaches over and turns on a lamp, settling in on his side next to me.
“I need to see you,” he says, tracing the lines of the tattoo on my chest with his fingers. “Will you let me touch you?”
He’s already touching me, but I know that’s not what he’s asking. He’s asking if it’s okay for him to touch my scars. He’s done it before, like when he rubbed sunscreen on me at Alex’s pool party, but he’s never touched with the intent of exploring.
“Yes,” I whisper, deciding to take the chance.
Johnny’s fingers trace patterns down my right arm, following the artwork, not the scars. I know he can feel them, though, and it’s making me tense up.
“Thank you,” he says, cupping my cheek and turning me to face him.
Our lips meet in a soft kiss. Then another. And another.
I push Johnny onto his back and climb on top, straddling his legs. I trace the lines of his abs with my fingers, then my mouth, while sliding my body back down his legs. His eyes darken as he watches me enjoy his body. I trace the line of the sexy V made by his Adonis belt with my tongue and when I reach the base of his dick, Johnny groans in response. His hands tangle in my hair, tightening on the strands when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Fuuuck,” he moans.
I pull him into my mouth, being extra mindful of his piercings. I lick and suck, and lick and suck some more, until he’s writhing beneath me.
“Becca,” he says, attempting to pull me up. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
He says that like that isn’t exactly what I’m hoping for. I grasp for his hands and guide him to fist my hair, pushing down slightly when he’s holding on tightly. The answering moan and thrust of his hips tells me he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Johnny holds my hair and pumps up into my mouth twice before releasing into me. I swallow everything down, taking what he gives me, moaning and humming my own pleasure, while he groans and then stills.
I sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, a self-satisfied grin on my face. Johnny lays with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. When he finally looks at me, I see his eyes are even darker than they were before. He bolts upright, grabbing me and pulling me into a deep kiss.
“That was fucking amazing, babe,” he says, resting his forehead against mine. “But now it’s my turn.”
I’m expecting him to flip me over, lay me on my back to reciprocate, but instead he lays back and pulls me up his body, settling my knees on either side of his head with his arms wrapped around my legs. I look down to see his face smiling up at me.
“Time to sit down,” he says with a grin.
“Oh my god, no.” I gasp. “I’m too heavy. I’ll suffocate you.”
“Then I’ll die a happy man,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me down to sit on his face.
His tongue pokes out and starts working magic on my clit. He’s focused on making me come, but when I look down, he’s still looking right at me. He groans against me when I make eye contact and I involuntarily rock against him. He groans more and encourages me to keep going, using his hands to guide me to rub myself over his face.
