Page 40 of Happily Ever Never

“I can do that.” Then his hands were in my hair, tugging mymouth to his. He slid one hand up my blouse, touching my skin. He was so hotagainst me that I gasped at the sensation, needing more. I pulled at his shirt,needing to touch him, and he grinned and leaned back so I could undo hisbuttons. My hands were shaking too much to be efficient, and we laughed, so hetook over and slowly slipped out of his shirt.

He was covered in tattoos, his skin tanned and muscled, andhe was thick—all man and gorgeousness. I practically swallowed my tongue.

He had a fine layer of hair over his chest, and I slid myhands through it. He groaned but didn’t move.

That was when I noticed the two barbells in his nipples andlicked my lips.

“Oh. Did I know your nipples were pierced?”

“Maybe. On a cold day, everybody can figure that out.”

I met his gaze and laughed before leaning down andtentatively licking his nipple. The metal was cold against my tongue. I likedthe sensation.

“Hell, that feels so fucking good, May.”

“I don’t have any piercings. And now I kind of regret that.”

“We have a piercer. In fact, I’m qualified. Do you want yourpretty nipples pierced? Just say the word.”

“You pierce nipples?” I asked, my own tightening.

“I do. I didn’t do mine. I don’t pierce myself and didn’t domost of my tattoos—though some guys do. I have friends I trust to do that. ButI can pierce your nose if you want. Or other parts of your ear, your lips,tongue…your clit. Anything you want. Although,technically, I would pierce your clitoral hood.”

I wanted to press my thighs together. The thought of himtouching me? The thought of what that would do? I couldn’t handle it. “I’mlearning so much information right now. I know one of our mutual friends hasher hood pierced. Now, I’m wondering if you did it.”

He laughed. “I don’t know who that is, but it wasn’t me. Itwas probably done at Montgomery Ink. We have good piercers with us. And Ilearned from the best.”

I played around with the piercing in his nipple. “I don’tknow if I’m ready for that. Does it make you feel good?”

“Like fucking amazing. But it couldjust be that you’re touching me.”

“Leo,” I whispered.

“Keep kissing me, May. Please?”

And because he’d said please, I couldn’t say no. I kissedhim again. Somehow, my shirt was above my head, and he was cupping my breasts.He undid my bra, and it was on the floor, both of us leaning into each other ashe cupped me, playing with my nipples.

“See? Your breasts overfill my hand right here. And thesenipples? They’d look beautiful with little hoops in them.” He groaned, flickinghis thumbs over the peaks of my breasts.

They tightened into little beads, and I sucked in a breath.“Oh.”

“Yes, maybe one day.” He leaned forward, sucked my nippleinto his mouth, and I groaned, rocking onto him.

He shuddered beneath me, and that was when I realized I wasgrinding on his hard cock. Both of us shook, needing each other.

He paid more attention to my breasts, both of us shaking,and then I was tugging on his pants, and he was doing the same to mine.

Before I could blink, he was naked, and I was on my back, myleggings thrown over the back of the couch, my panties with them.

He spread me before him on the cushions, and I moved myhands to my breasts as he looked down at my pussy.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

I swallowed hard, blushing as I saw the barbell at the tipof his dick. I wondered exactly how that would feel.

He winked as he stroked himself. “You’re going to like this,I promise. The piercing will touch you right in that perfect spot, and you’llcome hard. Just wait.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” I teased, myhands slowly moving between my legs.