“When?”I whispered, my heart in my throat, tears burning behind my eyes.
He gave one of his famous one-shoulder shrugs.“Years ago.”
My attention shifted back to the tattoo.The one of my name in beautiful script.And right then, my heart burst open in my chest, warmth unlike anything I'd ever known infusing me.
This man…
This beautiful, imperfectly perfect man had my name tattooed on his body.
I knew, right at that moment, that Lynx Caine was it for me.No matter what I tried to tell myself, this man was who I wanted.Who I'd wanted since I was a naïve teenager.
Accepting that was the easy part.
The hard part was figuring out what that meant.
For me.
For him.
Forus.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Lynx
Iwas holding my breath.
Not only because Reagan’s soft, warm hand was gliding up and down my rigid erection, either.
No, I was holding my breath because the woman had just located the tattoo of her name on my body.I'd gotten it years ago.And it hadn’t been an accident.
In fact, none of my tattoos had been an accident.I hadn’t gotten any of them during a drunken bender.I'd been sober and lucid for every single one, drawing most of them out myself beforehand.Many of them inked directly from my sketches.All of them having meaning to me in some way.
My breath locked deeper inside me when Reagan leaned forward and kissed my chest, her little tongue gliding over my skin.It was an erotic sight, one I'd fantasized about plenty of times over the years.
When her head continued to move south, my stomach muscles tightened.As she traced the muscles that arrowed down between my legs, I finally sucked air into my lungs.But the moment those sweet lips wrapped around the head of my cock, my entire body jerked from the heat of her mouth.
Yet I watched, loving the way she laved me with her tongue, the gentle squeeze of her hand around the base of my shaft.She moved her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking, sucking, driving me absolutely crazy.My cock should’ve been in desperate need of rest after our marathon sex from earlier, but no.It seemed that part of me was as eager to have this woman’s attention as the rest of me was.
Reagan moaned and electricity sparked through every one of my nerve endings, the vibration causing my dick to twitch.
For several minutes, I watched her, loving the way she teased, not quite sending me over the edge, although I was definitely grasping it by my fingernails.I was close.So fucking close.
Then she did something wicked with her tongue, her fingers lightly grazing my balls.
“Ah, girl,” I groaned.“You’re gonna make me come.”
She moaned, and more vibrations shot through my shaft, my balls tightening against my body.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth, Reagan,” I warned.
Another moan.
I inched closer to my inevitable climax.
“Fuck…” I hissed, my legs tensing when she applied the perfect amount of suction to make my eyes cross.“Reagan…” Reaching for her, I twined my fingers in her hair, pumping my hips gently, not wanting to take control but desperately chasing my release now.
When her hand tightened, her tongue swiping over the head before she sucked me as deep as she could, my control snapped.
