Page 105 of Scandal
He snorts. “This tattoo artist I really like in Hollywood was struggling after an unexpected medical bill. I snuck in just before closing one day and tried to spot him some cash, but he refused. He said he wouldn’t take it without giving me something in return. So I picked a random tattoo from one of those gumball machines.”
I laugh, eyeing the adorable little cupcake. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope. Now, tell me what else you’re thinking now that I’ve satisfied your curiosity.”
I press my lips together, a thrill of excitement rising. “I’m thinking about all the things I want you to do to me.”
His eyes blaze with heat. “Tell me,” he demands. “Are these book-related fantasies?”
I shake my head. “No, though I’m sure I can look up a few of those if you want.”
I chuckle. “Maybe later. Right now, I’m more interested in what’s going on in your head now.”
I hesitate. Not because I’m embarrassed, but because I’m worried he will say no. “I don’t want you to be gentle,” I say, and instantly watch his eyes widen in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve never done this, and I know you’re acutely aware of that, so I’m assuming you’ll be gentle and take your time?—”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I don’t want to be treated like a doll, either, Ash,” I explain as he stands naked, staring at me from the foot of the bed. “I want to lose control.” My eyes meet his. “Lose control with me?”
He doesn’t answer. He just moves. He’s standing one moment, then on top of me the next, bracing himself so his heavy body doesn’t crush me. When his mouth meets mine, it’s brutal and hungry—exactly what I asked for.
He isn’t holding anything back.
His hands are everywhere. He slides one down my ribcage, over my hip, and grips my thigh. The other tangles in my hair so he can kiss me more deeply. The feel of my hard nipples brushing against his chest is so erotic that it makes my core clench.
But it’s not enough.
“More,” I beg.
“So impatient,” he whispers against my ear.
“You would be too if you’d waited this long.”
He gives me a serious look. “I might as well have,” he says. “Being with you makes me forget there was anyone before you.”
We kiss again, but this time there’s a desperation to it, as if we both know we’re running out of time. He keeps kissing me as he grips his cock and lines up our bodies. He doesn’t stop kissing me as he nudges my entrance, and I feel him slide into me for the first time.
“Oh god,” I gasp when we break apart for air. “Oh fuck.”
I watch him pull out and tilt his hips back and forward, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. I had no idea a man could move like that. It’s hot as hell.
His eyes are molten lava as he watches me. “I won’t treat you like a doll, but I refuse to hurt you,” he says with conviction. “Tell me you’re okay.”
A sheepish smile tugs at my lips. “I’m more than okay.”
He smirks. “Good.” Then he slams into me hard, and we both cry out. I feel so full, yet desperately needy. I completely understand why people crave sex, because right now, I would give anything to make this last forever.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, digging my nails into his ass as my legs and ankles curl around his waist.
“Wasn’t fucking planning on it,” he says through gritted teeth. He pulls out, then drives back in. “Christ, you feel amazing.”
He bends down and kisses me, and I feel it all the way to my soul.
Oh god, I think I’m in love with this man.
