The Purest Hook (Second Circle Tattoos #3)(49)

Pixie slid her hands into his hair and pulled lightly. The groan he emitted confirmed how much he liked it.

He reached for the button on her shorts and paused to look at her. Without a word, he was asking for her explicit consent to go further. It surprised her how willing she was to go along. She nodded and gasped as he popped them open and slid them down her hips, leaving her in her practical cotton sports bra and panties. Not the sexiest choice, but thank heavens she’d waxed.

Dred stood between her legs. He tore off his leather jacket, dragged his T-shirt over his head, and pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans. She could see his erection pressing against the denim, and feeling bold, she sat up and ran her fingers across it, garnering a hiss from Dred. He covered her hand with his, tightening her grip. With his head thrown back, and broad shoulders and chest exposed, he looked like a fearsome warrior.

Trusting her judgment that this was both the man and the moment to let go of her inhibitions, Pixie opened the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper.

“I swear your fingers would tempt the strongest angel to take a fall,” he said, grabbing her wrist.

In one swift move, he lifted her and landed them both fully on the bed. Using his teeth, he bit the zipper of her sports bra and lowered it down, freeing her beasts. Her nipples stiffened, suddenly exposed to the cool air.

“So f*cking sensitive,” Dred groaned before taking one into his mouth, sucking on it hard. Electric pulses fired in her very core, and if she didn’t know better, Pix swore his actions were going to get her off. His hand grabbed the other breast, kneading it hard. No gentle playful touches, but a hard-and-fast devouring. There was no room left in her brain to process anything other than the sensations he created.

Dred stood suddenly and dropped his wallet on the bedside table. He tore his jeans and underwear off so quickly she could do nothing but stare at the gorgeous naked man standing in her bedroom. The only item that remained was an anchor on a black leather thong around his neck.

“You’re . . .” What. Beautiful? Intimidating? Huge?

“I’ll take speechless as a compliment,” he grinned. Thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and he lowered them slowly over her hips and down her legs, pausing here and there to kiss the skin he’d uncovered. When she was totally naked, Dred climbed onto the bed, and pulled her next to him. It was the first time she’d ever felt skin against skin like this. It was heaven, and yet frightening as hell, the intimacy equally suffocating and liberating.

Dred’s hand roamed all over her body, sweeping the curve of her hip, between the cheeks of her butt, the crease of her thigh. His lips consumed her whole. Feeling too much like a passive observer, Pixie ran her hands over his shoulder and down his arms, savoring the way his muscles flexed beneath her hands.

When his mouth returned to hers he was ravenous. He kissed his way down her body, and Pixie flinched when she felt the warm heat of his breath on her most sensitive parts. Using his shoulders, he spread her legs wide. “Anybody else ever got this far before, Snowflake?” he asked gruffly.

Rising up on her elbows, she shook her head.

Dred closed his eyes as if in prayer and took a deep breath. “Everything about this . . . it’s nirvana, Pix.” His eyes opened, alight with lust. He stared at her for a moment more then, using his fingers to pull her lips apart, he buried his head between her legs. Pixie gasped, her back arching from the bed as he touched her with his tongue, evidently trying to torture her to death. When he added a finger, slowly sliding it in and out of her, her vision doubled. “Magical” didn’t even come close to describing the emotions racing through her as she felt her orgasm start to build.

She tried to inch back up the bed, away from the sensations he was creating in her, but he placed his hand on her tummy and held her steady. He kept her anchored to the bed as she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name.

*

Feeling her tighten against his fingers, hearing his name tumble from her lips, knowing he was the first person to do this for her, were sensations Dred wasn’t prepared for, nor did he know what to do with them. All he knew was he felt like someone had blown a shotgun straight at his heart leaving his chest cavity wide open. Pixie might be the one laid out naked on the bed in front of him, but he was the one who felt exposed.

Thank God for the sunlight so he could see every moment of this. A literal brightness to his dark.

Dred climbed up the bed and licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. Pixie looked at him through heavy eyes. Her neck and cheeks were flushed, a light sheen of sweat grazing her perfect skin. Was he really going to take her virginity? Could he hurt her like that? Fuck.

“I spent hours watching snowflakes fall from the sky as a kid, but I swear to God, none of them were as perfect as you, Pix.” He kissed her, allowing their bodies to slide against each other.

She didn’t reply, simply sighed against his lips and ran her fingers through his hair.

Dred grabbed the condom from his wallet and put it on. She deserved sweet, loving, and memorable, but he wanted to take her hard. To grip her hips and pound into her over and over.

Pixie watched him from the bed. Neither of them said anything, and he wondered if it was because she was struggling to give voice to what was happening between them too. Words would sully the perfection in the moment.

He crawled back onto the bed, moving between her legs, struggling to contain the grin of satisfaction as she opened them for him.