Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)(49)

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“Sorry, babe. I’m not.”

I covered my face with both hands. Screw it. “Are you clean? I mean, have you been…”

“Tested? Yeah. And I’m clean.”

“Well, so am I.”

“You seriously saying you want to go bare? Because I gotta be honest, I’m not sure I’m okay with that.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable.

“Are you kidding me?” The incredulity in my tone could absolutely not be missed.

Con grinned. “Yeah, princess. Of course I’m f*cking kidding you. You think I’m going to pass up the opportunity to get my dick inside you with nothing between us?”

I reached down and shoved my panties off my hips. “Then get your ass back in here.”

I’m not sure when I forgot to care that I was naked in front of Con. Somewhere in my absolute horror at the thought of ending this night without being with him, I realized that whatever hang-ups I still had with my body—and there were plenty—Con didn’t share them. The way he looked at me…the things he said to me…He just wanted me.

For the first time in my life, I felt like a seductress. This man was under my power, and I was going to revel in it.

Con didn’t waste any time. Two long, sure strides, and he had me pinned against the wall again.

“You’re nothing like I expected. Not in my wildest dreams.”

My confidence faltered. “I—I’m not?”

He shook his head. “No. You’re so much f*cking better.”

Relief rushed through me hotter than the spray of the shower—which was still running and had yet to turn cold.

He continued, “I thought I’d have to warm you up, but you’re so f*cking hot, you burn me before I can even touch you. It’s…” He swallowed. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

His hands framed my face, and once again we were all lips and tongues and teeth. I’d never realized that kissing a man could be so…intense.

When he finally pulled away, he spun me around so I faced the tile wall. “As much as I want to look at your gorgeous face, this works better for now.”

I could have bristled at his comment because it just reminded me of how much more experience he had than me, but instead I embraced it. Why should I care? I was going to be the beneficiary of everything he’d learned from every one of the women who’d come before me.

He nipped at my ear. “Brace yourself on the wall. It’s gonna get a little rowdy in here.”

Shivers racked my body as he dragged his teeth down my neck and bit my shoulder lightly before laving the spot with his tongue. My head dropped forward, a ragged sigh escaping my lips.

Strong hands snaked around my body and cupped both breasts. Clever fingers teased and tugged at my puckered nipples.

“Fucking love your tits. Gonna come on them later.”

His crass words unleashed a tidal wave of desire inside me. I shouldn’t like this. Shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him.

But I’d never wanted anything more.

“And if you ever try to hide them from me again,” he cupped them both in one big hand, “I’m gonna paddle your ass.”

I opened my mouth to protest and shut it when a stinging slap landed on the side of my left butt cheek.

“Hey!”

“Told you it was gonna get a little rowdy,” Con’s deep voice rumbled in my ear as his hand covered my tender skin and squeezed. “But you didn’t run.” He slid his hand around to my front side and cupped me between my legs. “And now this is mine.”

I’m not sure what kind of reaction he was expecting to get from his declaration, but it probably wasn’t me dropping my hand from the wall to reach back and grab his erection. “Then this is mine.” I stroked him, toying with the little balls of his piercing, until he groaned.

“Fuck yeah, it is.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“If this is my one night with you, I’m not going to rush a damn thing.” He pulled my hand away and pressed it back against the tile. “Now wait patiently like the good girl I know you can be.”

I ground my ass back into his groin, and another smack landed on the same spot as the first.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured darkly. “Guess that’s my fault. Haven’t given your * nearly enough attention tonight.” His fingers flexed, and one slid between my lower lips, pressing against my clit.

I moaned and bucked against his hand. I needed more. I needed him inside me. If he didn’t get there soon, I was going to start begging.

His hand shifted, and one long, thick finger pressed up and slipped inside me.

“Fuck. Keep forgetting how tight you are.”

The combination of him f*cking me with his finger and the friction from the heel of his hand on my clit had all of the fibers of my body pulling taut.

A second finger joined the first, and I shivered at the stretch. If I felt like this with only two fingers, how was I possibly going to be able to handle the massive erection I could barely fit in my mouth? His fingers scissored inside me, and my muscles spasmed. I bucked against his palm and an unexpected orgasm burst inside me.

That porn star-worthy moan that filled the shower couldn’t be from me, could it?