Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)(48)

“Shit, woman.”

His thighs flexed, and I imagined that his knees went a little bit weak. I liked that idea.

You just want to be the woman to bring this man to his knees.

I didn’t deny the voice in my head, but I did wonder if I’d know what to do once I got him there. The vivid memories of that night played through my mind.

Yeah, I’ll know what to do when I get him there… but only because Con had taught me.

I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and played with the piercing before taking him deeper. His girth stretched the limits of my lips, and even with my hand holding the base, there was no way I’d be able to take the rest of him.

Con was…a big man. A really, really big man. Like the largest penis I’d ever seen in person or on internet porn. Not that a lady would ever admit to looking at such things. It wasn’t my fault that Elle had instituted a ‘dick of the day’ texting ritual.

Con’s hands found their way to my hair, and he smoothed it back, gripping the makeshift ponytail with his fist. My movements slowed as he cupped my cheek and guided me.

“Just like that, baby. Just like that.” He groaned. “Jesus f*cking Christ. Yeahhh.” His hips surged forward, and his cock hit the back of my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gagged.

Con slid out. “Sorry about that.”

I didn’t let him apologize any further.

“Shut up.”

“You seem to really like telling me that.”

“Only because you don’t seem to know when to be quiet.”

“Bossy.”

I tongued the head of his cock. “You have a problem with that?”

“You’ve got my dick in your mouth, princess. I don’t have a problem with any-damn-thing.”

Speaking of his dick in my mouth, I swallowed it down again. It became my personal mission: I was going to deep throat this man. My gag reflex would have to submit.

“Whoa, baby.” Rubbing his thumb along my cheek, he added, “You don’t have anything to prove.”

I always have something to prove. My eyes must have telegraphed my thoughts, because he smiled. “Type A. Goal-oriented.” He shook his head. “I should know better than to try to slow you down.”

He stepped back, pulling his thick cock from my mouth inch by inch. The head slipped through my lips with a pop.

“What are you—?”

Con reached down and lifted me to my feet.

Sometime during my drop to my knees and my enthusiastic blowjob, the drawstring of the scrubs had come undone. And as I stood, they slid down my legs and landed in a heap on the floor.

I backed up, the cool tile meeting my shoulder blades. I stood just close enough to the wall to be out of the spray. Con moved closer, his chest pressing against mine. It was like hiding beneath a waterfall. My nipples puckered against his skin.

Con’s hands slicked down my arms until they found my fingers. Pulling my wrists above my head, he pinned them against the wall. He reached up and batted the showerhead above me out of the way, and the spray changed directions. Stepping back a foot, he surveyed me.

Except for my thin lace underwear, which revealed more than it covered, I was stripped bare.

And so was he.

Instead of giving in to my insecurities about my body, I got distracted by his.

Jesus. The man was a living, breathing work of art.

If my panties weren’t already soaked, they would be now.

I wondered for a moment if he considered my uninked skin boring. But the expression on his face—the way his eyes devoured me—it didn’t appear to bore him in the least.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful. I shouldn’t even be allowed to put my hands on you.” His chest rose and fell with a rough breath. “Tell me to walk away. Tell me not to touch you. Tell me—”

I tugged at his hold on my wrists, wanting to cover his mouth with my hand. Wanting to silence his words. But his grip was too strong. He was too strong. “Don’t make me tell you to shut up again.”

The intensity in his gaze sharpened. “You shouldn’t let me have you.”

“Why? Why would you even say that?”

“Because once I have you—and remember every goddamn detail—I can’t promise I’ll let you go. And you need me to let you go. I need to be able to let you go.”

I didn’t want to think about what his words might mean—because they didn’t matter. All that mattered was right now. And I needed him to touch me.

“Are you really saying you’d rather I tell you to back off and walk away?”

“If I were a better man…that’s exactly what I’d do.”

“I don’t want a better man. I want just you. Right here, right now.”

“Then so be it.”

Con’s dark blue eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared as he released my wrists. I thought he would pounce on me. Pin me to the wall. Fuck me until I couldn’t walk.

But he stepped away, exiting the shower.

What the hell?

“Fuck. Need a condom.” Con’s grunted words were accompanied by slamming drawers. “Shit.”

A moment later he was back. Shaking his head, Con said, “You will never know how goddamn sorry I am that I’ve never brought a woman here.” He paused. “Shit. That came out wrong. I mean. Fuck. I just…I don’t have any protection. Don’t f*cking keep it in my wallet anymore. Or in the saddlebags of my bike.”