Page 81 of Double the Redemption

“I thought you didn’t want to spend the night. Wanted me to think.”

“Baby girl, any good intentions I had toward you have gone out the window. I’ll sleep on the couch, but I’m not going to be far from you tonight. That’s for damn sure.”

“I can’t … I don’t want to do anything with Asher so close by.”

“I’m not planning to drag you to the floor to fuck you beside the bed, Naomi,” he stated. She rolled her eyes. “But I won’t mind you coming out to the couch and torturing me a little bit.”

Her eyes brightened instantly. Damn it, he’d created a monster, and he couldn’t even be sorry about it. He just hoped he’d have a little more self-control next time.

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NAOMI

She was making a huge mistake, but she couldn’t stay away from him. Not when he was right down the hall, sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. And definitely not after he showed up wearing only his cut, low-hanging sleep pants, and biker boots, with a duffle bag in his hand.

All that ink on display rendered her speechless and needy. He’d just grinned, kissed her, and told her to head to bed, and got comfortable on the couch.

And like the simpleton she was, she did what he told her to.

She could have sworn she heard Taz laughing at her from outside. He was on guard duty tonight, and he’d teased her mercilessly the moment he saw her walking back with Asher and Karissa at her side.

What had he said? Oh, yes. Someone got lucky. Looks like he finally got his head out of his ass. I hope you spanked him a few times for it too, sugar.

Something told her Ink would not like her slapping his ass.

Or would he? Was he into that kind of thing?

Focus, Naomi, damn it.

Wanting to peek in on him, she tiptoed down the dark hallway, keeping her breath steady, trying not to wake him.

So what if she wanted another quick look at all those delicious tattoo-covered muscles? Was that a crime? If it was, sue her.

Reaching the back of the couch, she peered over, and the moonlight pouring in from the window had him on display. The moonbeam landed right across the six-pack abs he was sporting, highlighting every ridge and the ink running up to his chest and beneath the blanket covering his lower half.

He really was gorgeous. It should be a crime to look that good. And he was interested in her? It still felt weird to think it.

A low shriek left her as he shot up from the couch, gripped her wrists, and yanked her down on top of him.

“Ink!” she hissed, shocked and embarrassed she’d been caught. Damn it.

A low, dark chuckle filled her ear as he tugged her up, nuzzling her neck. “I wondered how long it’d be before you came out here. If you took any longer, baby, I was coming in to get you.”

“You were waiting for me to come out?”

“Of course I was. It’s been killing me to lie here and wait patiently. I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my mouth, and I need more.” He rubbed his nose along the underside of her jaw and up to her ear, making her shiver. All the while, his hands smoothed down her sides to cup her ass and hold her exactly where he wanted her. Right over his obvious erection.

She gasped at the feel of him, even through the thin layers between them. There was no hiding this time. Her body moved, arching and grinding into him, wanting the friction against her clit.

“Mmmm, someone didn’t get enough earlier, did they?” His words were encouraging instead of taunting, even as he put a bit more pressure on her ass to keep her moving. “Do you feel how much I want you, Naomi? How hard my cock is for you? He’s been that way since you left my room. Even jerking off in the shower didn’t calm him down.”

“Ink,” she breathed, searching for his mouth as the warmth in her core built. The pressure on her sensitive clit was just right, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough.

He kissed her back, arching his hips into hers while guiding hers. Her moans and whimpers fell into his mouth, and she was losing her mind as her orgasm built slowly. Oh, so slowly. It was a fresh kind of torture.

She threw her head back as she moved faster, the pressure and friction on her clit building. “Fuck,” she breathed, thrusting, uncaring anymore.

“Fuck, yes, baby, take your pleasure. Keep going,” he encouraged. “Do you feel the slide of your panties against your clit? Do you feel how hard my cock is pressing, wishing it was closer to you? I can feel how wet you are for me, Naomi. Do you know how fucking sexy that is? I want you to soak me.”