Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(47)

“Oh… it’s good. The way you screamed my name couldn’t be anything but good, sugar.”

My face flushed and warmth crawled down my skin. I had never been a yeller or made much noise at all, but then again, I’d never had a reason to before.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled me against his body and kissed my temple as he fisted my hair.

I couldn’t escape him –his smell, skin, and warmth. Everything about him made me want more and I couldn’t block it from my mind or wish it away.

“Want me to go?” he whispered in my ear.

“No!” I opened my eyes quickly, turning toward him. My lips brushed against his and I didn’t close my eyes and neither did he – we stared in each other’s eyes for a moment as I melted into his body.

“Stop over thinking shit, Suzette. You want to be with me?”

“You scare the hell out of me, honestly.”

“Why?” he brushed the hair from my face and my skin tingled from the innocent touch.

“Like you said – you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You’re like one giant damn mystery to me.”

“I’m an open book. I don’t hide my feelings and I don’t * foot around shit. I do what I have to and I say what’s on my mind.”

“I guess I’m just not used to someone being so… so…”

“Cocky, sexy, manly?” he chuckled and started to grab my side, causing me to break out into laughter.

“Stop!” I couldn’t catch my breath.

“You think too damn much instead of saying what’s on your mind.”

“Okay, okay,” I puffed out through my giggle with tears running down my face. His hands stilled at my side and his tongue darted out and licked the tear from my cheek.

“Like that. No one has ever done that.”

“Sugar, maybe I need to ask what they have done to you. I feel that list is shorter than what they did do. Have you come during sex before?”

I didn’t want to answer that question. “Um.”

“Yes or no?” I felt like his azure eyes were staring into my soul and trying to unwrap all of my secrets.

“Not really.” I gave him a shy smile not really wanting to divulge that no one had ever gotten me off like he did. City was cocky enough without thinking he was my own personal sex god.

“Hmm. Did you come with me or were you faking that shit?”

Oh, here we go. “I did and I sure as hell wasn’t faking – I never fake it.”

“Besides me, ever? Without having to do it yourself?”

“No, no one has ever really cared if I did.”

“Fucking *s.” He shook his head. “Why do women date *s like that? I know no one’s ever smacked your ass. What do you want that no one has ever done to you?”


Oh my God. I couldn’t be any more embarrassed than I felt in this moment. “I don’t know.”

“That’s bullshit, sugar. Everyone has fantasies.” He nuzzled in my hair and I didn’t feel so under the microscope, but I didn’t want him to laugh at me.

“Tell me one of yours.” I stroked his arms and traced the tattoos on his skin. The artwork really was beautiful. My parents always told me that tattoos were trashy, but on City they were works of art. They were a timeline of his life and I wanted to peel back the layers and hear the story.

“I want to f*ck you on my bike.” My breath caught in my throat. The thought of him taking me on his bike hadn’t even crossed my mind, but now the image was burned into my brain. “I want you spread eagle, my face planted between your legs, licking every ounce of wetness from your body before sinking my dick in you.” The vibration of his words in my ear caused wetness to pool between my legs. Damn him. “Your turn.” I knew he had a smile on his face without even seeing it. Bastard.

I sighed. “Where do I begin? God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Sugar, if you can’t share your fantasies with your boyfriend, who can you?”

One point, City – Suzy, Zero. “I swear I need to have my head examined.” I covered my eyes with my hands. City would think I’m nuts.

“Out with it. Sophia told me you two read a lot of those smut books. Fantasies can become reality, sugar.”

“It’s just so weird. You’re going to think I’m completely insane.”

He stroked my arm as I tried to cover my face. His body shifted as he moved my hand away from my eyes.

“I gotta know now. I can call Sophia and ask, or you can tell me. Give me the naughtiest thing you’ve always wanted.”

I swallowed and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see his reaction when he heard this one. “Fine. I have this fantasy of being taken against my will.”

He didn’t gasp or scream but very calmly said, “Rape or kidnapping?”

I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face and the butterflies dancing in my stomach calmed. “Kidnap. I know it’s weird,” I mumbled.

“No, Suzette. It’s not weird at all. We all have our kinks and fantasies. Okay, so kidnap and then what?” He looked so damn eager to hear the rest, like he was hanging on my every word. How could I not share the rest?