Page 19 of Heartbreaker

I try and hide the grin when I see Ashley’s eyes widen and then darken with desire. All those hours in the gym have paid off. I watch as she runs her tongue over her lip, and I know she has no clue what she is doing to me. I stifle the groan and fidget to stop my erection from being so obvious.

The woman doing the tattoo grabs my bicep and starts to work. Suddenly I feel slightly nauseous at the thought of her marking my body and all I can see are the needles.

The first time I saw Jake get a tattoo I fainted because of the needles and the same feeling is sweeping over me. I look at Ashley, and she is frowning.

“Jackson are you okay?” I hear her ask.

I try and answer, but my focus is going. The next thing I know I have my head between my legs and Ashley is stroking my arm and talking softly to me.

I did not just embarrass myself with this beautiful woman.

“Are you okay now?” she asks, and I nod and get to my feet.

“Yeah, just some bad Sushi,” I say trying to cover up what a pansy I am.

“Come on, let’s head home,” she says and loops her arm through mine. As we walk I feel better, the cool evening air is refreshing me.

“I’m sorry,” I say and chance a look at her.

“Don’t be silly, it’s actually quite endearing.”

“Great, endearing. Second only to sweet in the masculine stakes,” I say and nudge her with my shoulder.

Ashley stops and turns to me and looks up at me. “Maybe you should kiss me again and show me how masculine you are then,” she says, and my heart is now in a race to escape my clothes. My heart is trying to hammer out of my chest and my cock is making a bid for freedom through my zip.

I try and remain cool and collected. I finger a lock of her rainbow hair and it’s as silky as I thought it would be. I wrap the length around my fist and pull her gently to me. “Yeah maybe I should,” I say against her lips.

I feather a light kiss over her lips and feel her open for me immediately. Her reaction drives me mad. I kiss her harder, the passion I feel for this woman is crazy. I kiss her like I want to devour her inch by inch, tasting her, duelling with her tongue. She is so responsive. I run my hand down her side grabbing a handful of her delicious backside. The pert globes fit perfectly in my hands.

I vaguely hear someone shouting, ‘Get a room’ and realise that this could get out of hand very quickly and I don’t want to do this here. I want to do this properly.

I rest my head on her hair. “Fuck, Tinkerbell, you undo me,” I say and instantly feel her stiffen in my arms. Oh God I’ve fucked up!