Page 19 of Adoring Ink

He slid his finger under her panties and ran his hand over her lower lips. “Oh, yeah, and my tasty treat is right here.”

He slowly pulled down her panties, and she arched her back, making it easier for him. When he lowered his head again to lick at her, playing with her curls with one hand and teasing her with the other, she rotated her hips slightly.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face as I make you come.”

Later, she’d do a little dance in glee that Brody was a dirty talker. For now, she’d do as he told her and ride him until he made her see stars.

He used his hands and mouth on her, eating her like he was a man starving in the desert and she was his feast. And when he sucked just right on that little bundle of nerves, she came, calling his name and arching her back even more.

Before she could catch her breath, Brody had his mouth on hers, the sweet taste of herself erotic and tempting. He lifted her up with his hands under her butt, and she wrapped her legs around him, aware they’d left her panties by the door. He set her down on her couch and quickly stripped off his shirt before going back to his knees.

She only had a few moments to once again admire the shape of him before he tugged on her dress and she lifted her arms for him. Soon, the dress was on the floor by her shoes he’d somehow taken off. Her bra went next, and then Brody’s head was once again between her thighs. He gripped her legs and shoved them back so they were by her head, and he was eating her out once again, licking, sucking, and biting until she was a writhing mess. He’d pulled her to the edge of the couch, and using long licks and just the right amount of pressure with his hands, he made her come once again.

“Brody, I need you in me.” She wasn’t sure if she could come again, but she didn’t care. She needed the thick length of him inside her.

He pulled away and shucked off his pants, digging around for his wallet and pulling out a condom. He wrapped himself in it, protecting them both, then gripped the base.

“One day, I’m going to want that very pretty mouth around my cock, but I’m not going to last that long tonight.”

He leaned over her and positioned them both so she was fully on her back with him between her legs. He slid himself between her lips but not inside, teasing. As he teased, he explored her with his mouth, using his tongue to lave at her breasts and trail his fingers down her stomach. She roamed his body with her hands, memorizing each plane of him, each curve, every scar.

She wanted this man like none before, and while that should have scared her, she was too far gone to care.

And when he slid inside, she called out his name, his body stretching her to the limit but the burn oh so good.

“Holly, I need you to look at me,” Brody said through gritted teeth. “I need to see your face when I fuck you, when I move in and out of you. Can you do that, Holly Rose? Can you keep your eyes open so I can watch when you come again?”

She gripped his shoulders. “I don’t think I can come again,” she panted, her eyes wide open.

He grinned that devilish grin of his, his dimple once again peeking out. “I’ll take that challenge, darling.”

And with that, he moved.

Though they were panting, sweaty, and groaning for each other, she knew this was more than what they’d both had on their minds when they’d started this whole thing. This wasn’t just two bodies in need of release. This was something more.

At least it was for her.

And when she came again, he followed, his body straining from the pressure of it. She pulled him close, needing to feel his heartbeat against her chest. He gave her the softest of kisses, and something inside her twisted ever so slightly.

She was falling for this man.

A man she shouldn’t.

That hadn’t been in the cards, hadn’t been on her list.

So instead of doing what he asked, she closed her eyes, hiding what she felt, what she didn’t understand. Because it was far too soon, and Brody wasn’t here for more than what they had.

And she couldn’t take that risk, the gamble she swore she would never take again.

She couldn’t fall in love with Brody Deacon.

But she was afraid it might already be too late.

Chapter Six

Brody was in so much trouble, he couldn’t quite think straight. He shouldn’t have slept with Holly, shouldn’t have taken her to her bedroom after they’d almost broken her couch so he could see how she looked when she rode him.

He would never forget the way her breasts looked as they bounced and jiggled, practically begging for his lips. And because Brody was the kind of man he was, he’d obliged them by sucking on her nipples until they were red and hard and probably sore.